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[keigo-chan]

I Don’t Know Where To Put My Hands

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Keigo comes home, just for a bit, in the middle of spying on the League of Villains. He needs you, he needs this. And you love him. What else is there to say?

Word Count: 6.7k

Warnings/Tags: Pro Hero!Reader, No Gendered Pronouns for Reader, Reader Has a Vagina, Extremely Dubious Consent, Unhealthy but Loving Relationships, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Emotional Masochism, Hurt/Comfort, Minor Injury from Sex, Fluff but Evil

FULL TAGS/NOTES ON AO3

Communication from Keigo had all but disappeared after the battle in Kamino. He didn’t even text anymore. He certainly didn’t call. He didn’t even send mail, or notes, or anything. Civilians spotted him, even around the very city they lived in, as the tags you had alerts on for notified you, but he didn’t make any effort to contact you.

You tried to be calm about this. He was still alive. That’s what mattered. If he wasn’t trying to talk to you, it was because he couldn’t.

But that was a scary thought, too.

You thought about asking the Commission for a short leave. It was the Holiday season, so many other heroes were beginning to stagger out their own leaves. But that only made you more hesitant to do so in turn. Your agency- Hawks’s agency- was always close to reaching ‘understaffed’ numbers. You wanted to be there to help fill in the gaps. Especially with the biggest gap right at the helm of the agency. What was important these days, as the voice in your mind that sounded a lot like Keigo reminded you, was how the public saw the heroes. The best thing they could do was bring hope- so you kept busy making public appearances, trying to just keep up with him.

When you finally got home at the end of that week, the end of your set of patrols, you were exhausted. You were distracted by your phone when you unlocked your door and went in. You tripped over the threshold of it, barely catching yourself with your wings. You looked back at your stoop for what had made you fall, and saw a red book waiting for you.

Attached was a note. “From: K”.

Your heart dropped. You lunged for the book at once, picking it up and flipping through it. Just like you suspected, there were many highlighted portions.

You and Keigo had been working side-by-side for years, and though actual partners for longer, you knew a couple of the more intimate details of what the Commission dragged Keigo through. You’d known for a long time that skills associated with espionage would be necessary. The two of you had made up your own.

You flipped through the book, barely registering what it was even about, as you hurried to shut the door and locked all the locks behind you. You fluttered about quickly, drawing the curtains and blinds while opening the book with one arm. There was nothing else written not in code. You settled in on the couch and began to decipher.

You used a cipher, always based off of a word or phrase or date only you would know. The cipher that worked would correlate to the level of danger they were in or amount of secrecy they needed. You worked your way up three levels, to the day of your anniversary.

‘Being watched by LOV.’ Reading that alone had made the ever growing anxiety worse. Is that what he was doing? Something involving the League of Villains? ‘No big danger now. Keep ear to ground. Lay low. Attack in four months. Hope to come home for New Years. Miss you. Love you. Be safe. Keigo.’

You sighed out a long breath you didn’t know you were holding, shutting the book and resting your forehead against it. He’d held this book, had written in it with care. You wished he had left anything else, though the messy handwriting on his note was nice. 

All of the feathers you’d had from him had faded, gone a very dark, dull red- a sign that they had died. Keigo no longer had control over them, and could no longer hear or feel through them.

If they were going to attack in four months, did that mean that he would be away until then?

You tried to clear the thought from your head. He was on a mission. Clearly one that even he took seriously. For now, you needed to take over as the cool-headed hero that everyone wanted. For now, you needed to take care of the Agency. Keigo’s image as a hero didn’t need to suffer, even if he was away.

You could do this. You would wait for the next couple of weeks, until you might be able to see him again. Keigo wouldn’t have mentioned it if he wasn’t decently sure that he’d be able to come back.

He’d be alright on his own. He’d be alright on his own. You set the kettle on to boil and made his favorite tea. It gave you an idea.

Over the next couple of weeks, you left things out for him. Boxes outside with small notes, assurances left in code. Sweaters and smooth pebbles and old trinkets they’d collected over the years, so that wherever he laid his head to rest, it would feel a little more like home.

He took them. Sometimes it was overnight, sometimes days or a week went by without them being taken. But he always did, and he always left something in return. A shiny, pink shell. One of his feathers. One of the silver rings he always wore, too big to fit anywhere but your thumb. You took to wearing it around at once, rubbing it when you were nervous or overwhelmed, thinking of him, thinking of his hands.

 New Years came limping around the corner. You sent everyone in the agency home with warm smiles and their much-desired bonuses. You went back to your own home alone, shuddering under your coat. The Christmas tree had already been put away- because it had never gone up. You and Keigo always took it out together, decorated it together.

You hadn’t spent a Christmas without Keigo before since you’d met him. Even before you were dating, when the two of you found out you had no one else to spend it with, the agreement to visit each other came almost immediately. That very first time, you’d waited to put up the tree until that very day, and you hadn’t managed to finish decorating until he’d gotten there. You were ashamed- but he was just excited. He asked you, stars in his eyes, if he could help. He confessed, words rushed and still half-flying, that he’d never gotten to before. You didn’t ask and he didn’t offer. You handed him a box of mismatched ornaments gladly. 

That night, you’d sat around the tree, the sight of threadbare branches and two gifts perhaps looking pitiful to anyone else, but there were lights. Keigo had gone and gotten lights mid-way through, saying he’d been struck by inspiration, and he hadn’t come back for quite a bit since most of the stores were closed, but they were beautiful. You’d turned the rest of the lights in the house off and just basked in the warm glow of them. They reminded you of Keigo’s eyes, a bit. That was the first time you’d rested your head on his shoulder. He wrapped his wing around you.

You couldn’t help but be upset that he hadn’t even mentioned Christmas, much less apologized for missing it, even if it felt a little childish. You felt homesick more often than not. All you wanted to do these days was lie in bed, lounging around in his baggy clothes, twirling dead feathers between your fingers.

You left him a gift before Christmas. When you saw that he still hadn’t picked it up the next day, all you could do was sigh. By the time New Years came around, the gift remained by your doorstep. You began leaving less and less, just to stop crossing that threshold.

You baked cookies that night. You lit candles and dimmed the lights and listened out for sparkles and fireworks all over. You’d started hating fireworks when you started dating Keigo. He’d made a joke once about having to fly through them and it made you sick to your stomach just thinking about it. He was as flammable as a bundle of dry straw. The heater was on, but you still wore one of his old, tacky Christmas sweaters around. You popped open a bottle of Champagne and poured yourself a glass.

You had a bad feeling, but you pretended like you didn’t. You glanced at the clock. Keigo wouldn’t have given you false hope- no matter how optimistic he was. But eventually, the clock struck eleven, and you were two glasses of champagne and batches of cookies in, and there was no sign of him. 

You groaned when you finally heard the clock mark the hour, resting your forehead on the cold of the kitchen table. 

Why were you so miserable without him? You obviously could never know, but you were willing to bet money on the idea that Keigo was not nearly as shaken up about it when he was away. In fact, the more dangerous a task he was about to embark on, the happier he seemed to send you away. A familiar coil of bitterness rose up in you. After all this time, he didn’t trust you. He didn’t think you could hold your own, not next to him.

But maybe he’s right, You mused, munching miserably on your cookie. After all, he goes away and I spend all my time sick and moping and thinking about him. God, I really am useless.

Maybe you should get a cat. Keigo was never their biggest fan, and they didn’t do well around his wings, but you really wanted one for times like these. And if he was going to spend this much time away from now on, what did it matter?

You were idly scrubbing a dish when the clock went off at midnight. Screams erupted from every direction around you, the sound of illegal fireworks, the cheers of loved ones celebrating with one another.

Honestly, you thought you’d be more sad, and angry, and disappointed. But you weren’t. The hour passed and it was the next year and Keigo wasn’t there to celebrate- like he always was- even though he said he’d try to make it and it didn’t hurt nearly as bad as Christmas. There was no one to call, no one to text. You finished washing the dish and downed the last of your glass, before pouring yourself another.

You settled onto the couch. You weren’t ready for bed yet, not with the sounds outside. You scrolled through a million shows and movies before settling on one you’d seen a million times, like white noise. It was past one am, and you had finished up your millionth game of Sudoku when you heard someone at the door.

Fear rang through you, at first. You were alone, you were tipsy, and your hero brain whispered that nobody would hear your screams with the din of New Years around you. You jumped to your feet the best you could, setting aside your glass and phone at once, preparing to defend yourself when you heard keys turn the lock.

It was Keigo. Of course, of course, it was just Keigo.

All of the resentment, all of the bitterness, all of the anger you told yourself you’d take out on him softened at once when you caught sight of him. Not only because he looked more tired than you’d seen him in a long time- with uncharacteristic bags under his weary eyes, slumped shoulders, and wings noticeably smaller than usual- but just because…

Because it was Keigo. Because, miraculously, he looked like he needed you more than you needed him. 

“You’re awake.” He sounded surprised. He didn’t look it. Maybe he was too tired to even look surprised. He locked the door behind him, but didn’t move from across the room.

”I was-” You words caught around the lie. “I was waiting for you.” But he beamed, and you were glad you hadn’t told him the truth. Oh, Keigo. Always the optimist.

“I’m home now.”

“Yeah,” you walked to him, pace increasing with every step, until you were flinging yourself into his arms. Keigo, for his part, was more than ready. He caught you easily, and no more conversation was needed. When you kissed him, his face and nose and mouth were all cold, and he held you like a dying ember. The way you fell into each other reminded you of the moment you’d managed to catch him after the battle in Kamino, behind the alley, a moment you had been unable to stop yourself from replaying and replaying and replaying.

There was no thinking to be done while you were kissing, your mouths opened immediately for each other’s. You wrapped your legs and arms around him, indulging both of you in the kiss. He turned the two of you, pressing you flat against the wall. His kisses fell against your chin and neck, and then all at once-

“Keigo!” You gasped, which was the only thing saving it from being a scream as Keigo sucked at the skin on your neck hard. You squirmed, thrashed really, in his arms, trying to push him away, but it was fruitless. “What are you- Keigo, oh my God-” Your voice was just a whimper by the end as he barely even reacted to you. “W- wait, you can’t-”

The Commission had strict rules involving appearance. Some were obvious: no alterations may be made to the uniform without going through one of their designers, heroes must appear at the scene relatively kempt (unless coming from another battle), tears or rips must be mended by next appearance. But there were other, unwritten rules, pertaining to the professionalism of the costume. No hero could be caught drinking or smoking in their uniform. No hero should be seen doing non-heroic activities in their uniform. And, of course, famously, hickeys were not allowed to be showing while they were in uniform.

Everyone claimed to have a friend of a friend who had gotten in trouble for it, to the point that it was just something heroes knew to avoid while participating in… more illicit activities. But it had happened closer than that to the two of you. In fact, Keigo had once gotten in massive trouble when the Commission caught him with a hickey that you had given him. It was (mostly) an accident, and they hadn’t suspected where it actually came from, but he was put on night patrol with no breaks for the next couple of weeks.

You were extremely apologetic, but not enough to accompany him out all of those times.

Ever since then, you were both careful about it. After all, they really didn’t need the scrutiny that the Commission was trying to protect them from in a roundabout way. Not only would Hawks’s fangirls go ballistic if they thought he was actually seeing someone, but it would invite people to speculate on who. And nothing good would come of that. 

This was to say, it wouldn’t be good if either of you showed up to your job with a lovebite visible on your necks, and concealer could only last for so long in a job like yours. The two of you whined and bitched about it, but for the most part, you reserved your marking for things below the collar, even if the ‘claiming’ of it all was half the fun.

Until tonight, apparently. Keigo was still sucking and biting at your neck like a man starved. “Sorry- sorry,” It sounded genuine, he sounded almost hurt him, but he didn’t stop. “Need- Need something permanent- need it to last-”

And it did hurt. You weren’t prepared for the sharp heat of it- but it was good. It was so good, Keigo’s lips wrapped around such a sensitive part of you, making you feel a mind-numbing pain derived intimately from his own mouth, his face buried into your neck, while he was holding you close together. And he was marking you. He was marking you and everyone would know you belonged to someone and entirely irrationally, for a split second, you hoped they would know it was Keigo.

He growled and pressed open-mouthed, sloppy kisses to your neck, before licking a stripe up your throat and swirling his tongue over what must have been the forming bruise. your head was going fuzzy from the abuse of your neck. You barely recognized the usual care he treated you with, even in their most morally bankrupt moments of fornication. Instead, he bit down on another part of your neck and started the process again.

You threw your head back and gave in, moaning and bucking your hips against him. This only seemed to egg him on, as his kisses grew more frantic and messy, and a heavy sort of note joined his panting, like he was moaning with every breath. 

Your neck was starting to feel wet at this point, but you didn’t care. You could feel every move he made down to your pussy, and it was leaving no room for anything to go to your brain.

Several marks later, Keigo finally seemed to remember that there were possibly other ways that he could have you- though he didn’t give you any warning of this thought at all before he pulled you away from the wall and fell to his knees. This would have been alright, hot even, if you weren’t still attached to him. You yelped as they dropped, performing a clumsy combination of your arms flailing and still clinging to Keigo as he went down. 

But you didn’t collide with the floor, you were simply on his lap now, nails digging into his clothes and back. He took the second of your confusion to tear off his work jacket and reveal the compression shirt underneath. You dearly loved the eyeful of his lithe muscles you got through the tight fabric. You ran your hands over his chest and shoulders appreciatively.

”You know, you could have given me a heads up,” You meant to scold him, but it came out more as a sort of pout. But Keigo didn’t laugh like he usually would have, didn’t even smile. He sort of frowned distantly as you spoke, staring only at your lips. “Keigo?” You brushed a lock of flaxen hair behind his ear. “Are you oka-”

”No,” He shook his head, his voice thick with something you couldn’t name. He took an unsteady breath and shook his head, looking somewhere just past you. “N- no, I’m-” The glint in his eyes wasn’t right. You were contemplating it when he sprang back into action. He lunged, pinning you under him on the floor, but his arms had broken the worst of your fall. Still, you cried out in surprise, Your world suddenly in an entirely different orientation. Keigo licked and nibbled at your ear as he pulled off your- his- sweater roughly, the friction of it burning for a second. He tossed it aside carelessly before returning to his position right on top of you. His hands squeezed and groped at your chest painfully- and not in a good way.

Your head spun. What was going on? This was nothing like Keigo. Even when he was rough, it was usually only because you had asked for it, or confirmed it was what you wanted at least once. Every once in a while, you even had to egg him on. But this- this felt careless and crude, bouncing between the two extremes of him being too intense and not there with you at all. 

“Ow,” You hissed, but it was really more of a whisper. You were almost afraid to snap him out of the trance, even as he bruised you in places you weren’t accustomed to. “Ow-”

”Please,” He whined. His mouth was against your chest, he had begun to work his way down. He sounded… truly pitiful. “Please, I- I need- I can’t-” He sat back up and away from you, running a hand through his hair, only for half of the strands to fall back into place right after. You finally got a good look at him, closer now than across the room. He was frantic, searching. His eyes darted around your face wildly, but he didn’t seem to find what he was looking for. “Please.” He slumped down again on top of you like his strings had been cut, all at once, landing hard onto you.

“Are you on something?” You wondered aloud. “It’s- it’s fine if you are, but you should tell me, Kei-chan-”

”No, no.” He shook his head frantically. “No, I swear, I just-” He tugged at your pants. His eyes grew pleading, beseeching. “Please-”

This wasn’t how you pictured their reunion. But he was looking at you with those desperate eyes, and you could only ever be the personyou were. 

Keigo was hurting. You could help him. As always, you could do your service by helping him, by being at his side.

You didn’t speak. You just nodded. Keigo breathed out what could only be a sigh of relief and tore your pants off. You were wet, your moments of hesitation unable to strip that awaym  especially not when Keigo spread your legs and dipped his fingers into the place that you had wanted him for weeks. Thankfully, he didn’t finger you. You shuddered a bit to think of what his thick, rough fingers would have felt like inside you in this state. Instead, he pressed a kiss to your knee and then tapped you gently on the ass. ”Flip over.”

He didn’t need to tell you twice.you turned and assumed your position, ass in the air and face against your arms on the floor. There was a second where it was just ou, in the dark, your face warm with your breaths and the sound filling your ears. Maybe- maybe it would be easier this way, unable to see his face.

There was no preamble before Keigo slammed in.

”Oh my GOD!” You shrieked, nails digging into the hardwood floor in front of you and leaving gouge marks in their wake. “Oh my fucking God,” He took you with a speed and strength that truly belonged on a battle field. Every other stroke or so hit your cervix, entirely bottomed you out with that thick cock of his, a Russian roulette of pain that entirely cleared your mind. 

”Fuck,” He cursed. He gripped your hips brutally, but you didn’t even feel it over the flood of sensation below it. He pulled you back and forth against him like you were an to for him to use, something small and thoughtless he could move as he pleased. “Fuck, yes,” He hissed through his teeth sharply. “Holy fuck, you take it so good, look at you- taking my cock so fucking good.” He babbled.

”Please,” You choked out, eyes rolling back so faryou couldn’t see anything other than stars. “P- please,” A broken gasp wracked through your chest like a sob. In fact, you rather thought you were sobbing. Your fingers and hands jumped and convulsed, just trying to hold on, to regain any sort of footing as he fucked you into the floor. you didn’t even know what you were begging for. For him to stop? For more? For him to hold you, just hold you, so you could sit in the silence and look at the Christmas tree?

Your safeword danced on the tip of your tongue. You wished you could say that you hadn’t used it to be a good girlfriend, that you’d suffered through it all silently because it was clear he needed you, that you were kind and benevolent- but the truth was that you simply couldn’t even string enough of a thought together to control your tongue enough to say it.

”Please-” He panted, pleaded, “Baby, say my name-” His voice broke around the syllables. “I- I need to- pl- please, saymyname-”

“Kei- ei- go- oh-” Each sound was broken up by the bounce of you against his cock. You couldn’t speak properly even if you wanted to. You slurred his name, your tongue too heavy in your mouth, too confusing to move properly. “Kei- go!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” He whined, bending over your body. His chest pressed against your back. He was all over you, inside you, above you, all-encompassing. Each thrust sent your body back and forth against the floor, scraping against the skin of your face and arms. Your knees ached from holding yourself up on the hard surface. Your legs trembled, weak with the strength it took to even stay up. “So tight, so fucking tight-”

”Keigo- w- wait, please-“ You gasped out, but the words were unintelligible to even your ears, too breathy and muffled and confused, too pierced through with your moans. Instead, all Keigo heard was ‘please’. The next couple of thrusts were even harder.

Your mind and body couldn’t take it any longer, you tensed, trembled so much your limbs began to hurt, and came so hard you saw white. The scream you let out was guttural, and gave its way into sobs. Your whole body gave out, but unfortunately, Keigo’s grip didn’t relent, he hardly even noticed. “Pleasepleasepleaseplease-”. You keened pitifully. “Keigo-”

His grunts and noises had become animalistic. There were no more words or pleas from him. Instead, he moaned his own release, slamming into you with absolute abandon, finishing inside you by using his body’s weight to pin you all the way to the floor. You were squeezed between the two unrelenting surfaces, as Keigo came as deep as he could possibly go, gravity assisting him in his terrible mission.

Finally, finally, he was still.

He breathed heavily above you as you shook and trembled and just tried to do the monumental task of catching your breath or moving your limbs. Your hands shook so hard it looked like you had tremors when you tried to draw them back into yourself.

Every body part that you could think of ached in one way or another. You tested different parts of yourself, operating them like a puppet who had just gained control of their own body. It was a long while before Keigo let up, long enough that you had almost forgotten it was him on top of you. You lifted your own face from the floor. It was wet. You hadn’t even realized you were crying or drooling. Your hair stuck to your face with tears and sweat. you took a deep, shuddering breath.

Keigo pulled out. You felt his soft cock slip out of you and were astounded that the now-feeble part could have done what it just had. You remained on the floor, little will to move, no capacity to consider what he might think about it.

He laid his hand on your hip. ”Hey, do you wanna-” But you jumped. You hadn’t meant to. But it was a motion so sudden it startled him. He blinked. And it came to him. The scene, the house, his love- it all finally appeared in front of him. “Oh my God-” He breathed, expression stricken and horrified. “Oh my God, baby bird, I- oh my God-” You tried to push yourself off the ground, but your arms gave out underneath you, and it looked downright painful as  youfell. Keigo pulled you up at once and flipped you over, as gently, but quickly, as he could.

Keigo hoped, prayed, that it wasn’t as bad as he suddenly remembered it all was- 

When you turned, something in the back of your head warned you to school your expression into a more neutral mask, but it was too slow and quiet. But every bit of the shock and confusion you felt must have been evident on your face, because when Keigo turned you around, he shattered.

He dissolved into sobs, curling and melting onto you, into you. It only took a split second before you, too, were crying, until you were both wracked with it, holding each other. Clinging tighter than ever before.

There was nothing else to do.

*****

You woke first the next morning- and you woke in pain. The way your insides ached made you feel like maybe the phrase ‘rearrange their guts’ wasn’t as fun as it was before. You realized, when you went to the bathroom, that you had been bleeding. A wave of sickness. You put on a pad and walked carefully back to bed.

The noise of the bathroom alone had woken Keigo. He locked eyes with you as soon as you came out of the restroom. Your heart sank. You immediately tore your own away. You were really hoping he wouldn’t wake for a while. He sat up as you got into bed, back towards him. Neither of you said anything for a long moment. 

You gave in. You flipped over towards him, tossing an arm around his lap, your forehead against his hip. He rubbed a hand down your back, almost on instinct. You hated the way his hand jumped away once he realized what he was doing like nothing you’d ever experienced before.

You gave a gentle demand, ”C’mere.” He obliged at once, shifting down to rest next to you. You were careful not to make eye contact, even as he stared at your face, watching your expressions like- well, like a hawk. You adjusted until you were lying on his chest, arms curled around him. He was sleep-warmed. Comfy. Smelled familiar.

It was still Keigo. 

Just Keigo. 

Always Keigo. 

Only Keigo.

”I’m bleeding.” You said softly, shutting your eyes. You didn’t know why. You didn’t want to guilt him. You didn’t really even want him to know. But you felt like he needed to. Deserved to, even. You listened to the sharp breath he took.

”Fucking shit,” He breathed, and that was it for a moment. You pretended like you couldn’t hear him crying. He pretended like he couldn’t feel you do the same.

”Will you make me some tea?” You asked quietly, when you had both gone still and silent again. Keigo jumped up at once. He was just in his boxers, the ones he had pulled on last night when you had finally gone to bed in a daze.

”Yes. Yeah. Of course.” He nodded, looking grateful for something to do. He hurried off to the kitchen at once. You laid on in warm space he had left on the bed. You tucked yourself in and sniffed the pillow he’d been lying on deeply. It smelled like him- like the man you knew and loved. In the kitchen, pots and pans moved around, water ran, the stove clicked to life.

It wasn’t long before the smell of food filled your nose instead. It smelled like grilled fish and rice. After another couple of minutes, he walked in, holding your favorite mug.

”What kind?” You asked, pointing for him to set it down on the bedside drawer.

”Your favorite.” He didn’t even let you react before he hurried out, “ButIcanmakeyouadifferentone! I just- I thought that I- I guess I could have asked-” He winced at his own words, and you sighed.

”It’s fine, Keigo.” But your voice sounded tired, even to you, and his name rang cold. ”Thank you.” He hesitated. You buried yourself deeper under the covers. You just… didn’t want to hear it right now. Thankfully, whether he got the message or simply couldn’t decide what to say, he walked out of the room once more. After another ten minutes, you finally stood and came to the kitchen, wincing as you did so. He smiled when he caught sight of you, but the worried furrow in his eyebrows didn’t unknot.

”H- Hey, good morning. I made breakfast.” He gestured around at the spread. You eyed it over. “I- um- there’s fish and rice and miso soup and a rolled omelet- I made coffee, too, just in case- or we could- we could always order takeout or-”

”Hey.”you put your mug down on the table and walked towards him. His wings drew up, somewhere between fear and shame. He seemed to balance on a knife’s edge as you stood in front of him. You leaned forward and rested your forehead on his bare chest. “It’s okay.” You said softly, wrapping you arms around him and stroking at his back, between his wings.

Keigo nodded shakily, before finally hugging you back.

”I- I just- I didn’t feel like me when I came in last night,” He babbled against the top of your head, “And I’ve- I’ve felt really lost in the mission, all of my interactions are being watched, I could only step away last night because-” He took a breath. You felt the shudder in his body. He was tense, like he wanted to hold you tighter, but was too afraid to. “I wanted to come back and feel like me, I wanted- I-“ You hushed him. Keigo buried his face deeper into your hair. ”I’m…” Keigo started. You tensed. “I’m so-”

”Don’t.” You snapped.

You had an unspoken agreement- the two of you never apologized. You were almost proud of it, your ability to move on from mistakes and stupid things the other had said. You gave each other space any time you had an argument, and came back with level heads and open arms. This was the first real thing either of you had, they were both bound to make mistakes. You were happy you both knew that, and found something that worked for you guys, even if other people didn’t understand it.

Hearing him almost do so now made your throat tight and eyes burn.

”No, really, what happened last night-”

”Takami Keigo.” You wrenched yourself out of his grip, instead grabbing him by the arms, pinning them to his side. The cruelty in the sneer and look and touch and name shocked him like ice water. “It’s fine. I said yes. I could have used my safe word. I ask you to be rougher all the time. It-“ You cleared your throat. You removed your hands. “It is fine. I need you to drop it.”

Keigo stared, face to face with bared teeth and anger. “Okay.” His voice was just a whisper.

You stared for one last minute before letting go and turning away, back to your tea.you took a long, deep draught, before something caught your eye. He looked where your gaze fell. It was a mirror, in the hall. You touched your neck. “I forgot about those.” You hummed, looking thoughtful. Keigo couldn’t discern anything else from your expression, so he said nothing. 

He turned away and grabbed a couple of dishes and began to plate everything up for the two of you. Before you sat down, he grabbed a pillow from the couch and placed it under you without a word. For this, at least, you were grateful. 

You ate in silence for a while. It wasn’t exactly comfortable. He found it a little hard to look at you, now, close up. He wished he could have been pleased to see you all marked up, but instead, you just looked… bruised. Battered. The way you did after a battle didn’t go your way. There was an exhaustion in your eyes you couldn’t fake and you didn’t bother to hide.

“When are you leaving?” You asked, your voice carefully free of any inflection. He bit his cheek. Usually this question would be asked with the clear wish that it wouldn’t be for as long as possible. But today, he was unsure.

“I was-” Any strength in his voice broke. “I need to leave tonight.” He admitted. You were entirely still for a moment, but just a moment. You resumed eating, without even looking at him the whole time.

“Alright,” Was all you said, soft and small and sad. Your utensils clicked, but otherwise, it was silent.

*****

The first day of the New Year was difficult. For once, you found yourself glad that Keigo was leaving. No matter what you did, you couldn’t get rid of the silent stiffness that permeated all of your interactions. Perhaps the distance would do you good for once.

When night fell, Keigo had to leave. He stood by the door and you came to say your goodbyes. He held his arms out tentatively, and you fell in at once. He squeezed you tightly. You squeezed back.

”How long will you be gone?”

“I don’t know.” He answered honestly. ”…Probably at least another three months.“ Your heart sank. You knew that, but to hear it was another can of worms. “But I will visit before then, I promise.”

”Okay,” Your voice was hollow with unshed tears. As he made to pull away, something desperate in you woke at once, and you held on tighter. “I- I miss you so much when you’re gone.” You rushed out, like he didn’t know that already. “This mission was so sudden, I went from seeing you all the time to not at all, and I don’t know what you’re doing or how dangerous it is, and I don’t even have anyone I can talk to about this because you’re who I talk to about things, please don’t leave me.” Your pathetic plea rang in the air for much longer than was comfortable.

He spoke, “I’ve been seeing you online again.” Picturing him seeing all the embarrassing headlines and memes and photos from your recent appearances made you groan. “You have no idea how proud I am of you, or how much I miss you, too. I’ll tell you all about it the second I can.” He pulled away a bit, cupping your cheek in his large, warm hand, lifting your chin to look at him. “I don’t- I don’t want to do this again, okay?” His gaze was loving, and sincere. You nodded, tears beginning to stream down your cheeks silently. “I don’t like it either, I promise.” He kissed your forehead. “Be brave, okay?”

“Okay.” You nodded, but the lump in your throat and chest hadn’t gone away. He hugged you again, and you both rocked back and forth and back and forth.

”Hey,” He said seriously. “I love you.”

That was another thing you didn’t say. Or, at least, it was very rare. You really only said it when you didn’t have to actually… say it. You wrote it in notes in code or texts. Occasionally, during a very intimate moment, or if you weren’t sure you were going to see each other again.

You swallowed, wondering which one of these things was true now.

”I love you, too.” He wrapped his wings around you. Their hold was soft and strong, and you felt like you could breathe easier, even if your chest was tighter.

Finally, finally, you pulled away. ”I’ll see you soon.��� He promised, and your lips met for one last kiss.

”See you soon.” You repeated throatily. You waved with a miserable little half-smile as he slipped out the door, taking his bright red wings, all the color, and your heart from your world.

When you went out the next day, you remembered Keigo’s present and groaned unhappily, having forgotten to remind him of it- but when you went to check it, you saw that he had taken it, and left something in its stead.

It was a tiny box, covered in shiny, red wrapping paper. You stepped right back inside your place and tore it open, finding a ring box inside the first. Inside was a silver band made of metal feathers widing their way into a ring. Your mouth fell open at that alone, only to realize that there was an extra slit in the box.you checked the larger box it had come in. Inside was two photos- one that must have been of the advertisement, with your ring and a thicker-banded version of it- and the other was one of Keigo.

In the photo, he was somewhere far in the sky during sunset, pink and purple and orange and lovely all around him. He was beaming, always so handsome, but glowing with the halo of the sun and his smile. His wings were a blur behind him, but in front of him, his gloveless hand was fanned out, showing off his own ring from the matching set.

You laughed through tears, sliding the ring onto your finger. It seemed he hadn’t forgotten about Christmas, after all.

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Ichigo and Grimmjow who nip at each other like playful cubs instead of giving normal human caresses and chaste kisses💕

Who play-fight and push each other around, bite each other’s limbs and neck and whatever-flesh-is-closest as foreplay.

Grimmjow who hisses when Ichigo’s too pushy, too touchy, too disrespectful, and purrs right after because that’s how he loves him. Pushy, and touchy and disrespectful. Greedy. Hollow.

Ichigo who fits more human touches here and there anyway, kissing his nape so softly, tracing his skin so gently, even after pulling, and bruising, and taking and taking and taking. Because nothing gets Grimmjow squirming like tender love.

Ichigo and Grimmjow who fuck like beasts in heat, who rip and claw and ruin sheets and clothes and furniture; their bodies mapped in possessive carvings right across Ichigo’s back and Grimmjow’s hips, both their necks bloody and raw. Only to nap like house cats right across the mess right after, Grimmjow taking the comforting licks across his salty-hot skin with vulnerability no one but the creature curled around him deserves.

Ichigo and Grimmjow who’re so intimately in love, it’s like human language is beyond them; their togetherness for no one’s eyes but for each others. Not meant for anyone to comprehend, only to respect the way you respect a territorial beast; only to be appreciated from afar.

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New smut: LADS!!! Waking MC up with an oral

Hi long time no see…. Currently I am working on my book! It is going to be a supernatural crime thriller. This is my first Love and Deep space at writing because I am obsessed with the game…. Hope you all enjoy it ✌️💕

The title is inspired by one of my fantasies (🥲 nights are lonely)

NOTE!!! ‼️ Everything written is consensual between both parties and has been discussed before or it has happened before. ‼️

Warnings ⚠️: mxf, slight somnophilia (totally consensual and discussions are had prior because we stan CONSENT), wet dreams, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, Cunnilingus… (lol I forgot at this point**)

Synopsis: You have slept over with your boyfriend for the first time and he noticed you sprawled in his bed. You whined in your sleep like you are having a wet dream and he decides to have some fun with that…

Parings!: Xavier X FMC!, Zayne X FMC!, Raphael X FMC!, Sylus X FMC!, Caleb X FMC!

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Xavier:

It was just one of those mornings when Xavier woke up before you. Usually you had to drag him out of bed just to get him even ready for the day. This moment was rare for him to get to see you sleeping peaceful with the sun hitting the right spots on your face making you look ethereal. He was supposed to go off and make breakfast but this morning he woke up hungry for something else. Your pussy. He rolled over to see you laying there in the bed naked from the previous night and he couldn't resist it. He let sloppy kisses down your body and lifted one leg over his shoulder and began eating you out, not bothering to tease you while you slept since you were asleep but he smiled finding you already wet for him. You squirmed in your sleep at the foreign feeling of his tongue but remained asleep while Xavier began rubbing circles on your clit and dragging his tongue down your wet slit. His tongue probed your well fucked hole as he tasted the condom he used from last night mixed with your juices.

“Shit my bunny is already clenching around my tongue." He chuckled placing two fingers inside of you and pumping quickly pressing down gently on your stomach with his other hand as he sucked and bit on your clit.

“Xavi," You whined out in a sleep-like state, he loved that you were crying out his name in your sleep but he wanted you awake so that you could see him doing this to you.

Your body began to realise what was happening before your mind did and you stirred awake moaning out as you felt Xavier eating you out. You looked down and locked eyes with him, he gave you a cocky yet innocent smile before returning to his rough and fast pace with his fingers, pulling out and replacing them with his tongue to switch things.

"Fuck Xavi!" You cried your hands resting in his sliver hair as you pulled him closer to you, you knew your orgasm was coming before your stomach was tightening and every time he replaced his fingers your body would shake from the lack of contact you were getting where you needed him most.

"Don't stop, I'm so close." You whimpered as he added his fingers once again, that's all he needed to hear from you and he reached up kissing you roughly as he continued his assault on your core with his fingers, moving so fast all you could do was let out small whines and whimpers.

"Cum for me, cum all over my fingers be a good girl." He urged you on reaching down with his other hand and rubbing your clit in small circles still staring into your eyes.

“Cum, right now." You locked eyes as you let your orgasm explode inside of you crying out his name as he continued to stare. Your orgasm was so intense that your mouth hanged open in an ‘O’ shape yet nothing came out. Not a sound.

"Tasty my good bunny," He chuckled pulling out and letting you clean off his fingers innocently like he was eating pie.

(I think we all know from lists of “special” events what his favourite part of us is heh 😏)

Zayne:

Zayne was the type of man to shower you with gifts and lots of affection but he was very reserved and cold like his evol. When it came to intimacy and valued precision over speed and liked to keep the PDA to a minimum. But there were days when he couldn’t control himself (refer to the night of secrecy~) and wanted you. But today was not that day. Today he wanted to do something extra special as it was your birthday. Everyone gives gifts but you had talked about a fantasy you had about being woken up on a special day with an oral. He'd never done because he was worried you wouldn't like it (and more about the fact Zayne was well being Zayne) but since it was your birthday he decided to try it.

Sliding off your panties and going down to your core he started slowly began to kiss from your thighs to your core, sucking on your clit and observed every movement as your body reacted to him. You were already wet which made his work easier. He took his time (precision over speed… as he is a surgeon…😶) with you until he had enough of you not being awake and decided to be a little rougher, sucking harshly on your clit as he pushed two fingers into you pumping and hitting your hilt without a problem. You squirm around still dreaming about getting eaten out but it felt too real. A little too real.

Your eyes shot open as you felt the all-too-familiar feeling in your stomach, you were close but it surprised you to wake up and find Zayne between your legs. Your eyes widen at the sight and he still hadn’t noticed you were awake. You were shocked and surprised to what had gotten over him because a stoic man like Zayne wouldn’t do this without a reason.

"Fuck you taste so good." He growled to himself about you and you let out a whimper as he began eating you out, as soon as you felt yourself getting closer you wanted to let him know you were awake.

“Zayne I'm close." You whined out and his eyes shot up finally meeting yours. He bit your clit in response making you squeal loudly.

Cum then honey," He hummed to you the vibrations sending you over the edge and you came around his tongue and fingers, crying out his name as your body shook.

"Happy Birthday sweetheart." He whispered coming up to your face and kissing you lovingly.

So that’s what this “gift” was about you smiled to yourself thinking

(You all can’t argue that Zayne is so much like LanZhan from MDZS)

Raphael:

Raphael laid awake in the bed beside you as you slept soundly, he'd gotten back from his art tour and he was jetlagged to the max unable to sleep and getting annoyed when he couldn't fall asleep beside you as easily as you had with him.

He'd tried to jerk himself off trying to calm “little Raphael” but all that did was make him hornier. It didn’t help that you were sleeping beside him in his favourite blush pink slip dress. The strap was thin and the neckline is a V-shape with a small bow detail at the center. The dress has a fitted bodice and flows into a slightly A-line skirt. The trim along the neckline. It made it worse because of your messy sleeping habits making the dress ride up , as you shift your cushion to show those cute matching dark pink panties , drooling on the satin pillows. He licked his lips as he admired your body and the way it looked. He'd done this plenty of times before woken you up by giving you oral and he was glad he was going to do it again he sunk down to your core and began licking you with small licks watching to see how your body would react to it and once you moaned in your sleep he smirked.

“Raph." You moaned out in your sleep but he knew you weren't awake, you were in the state of being half and half awake to understand what was really happening and what was in your dream so he took this chance to dive into your pussy, his tongue circled at your entrance and he looked up at you eating you out and chuckling whenever your eyes would flicker.

You're getting close huh baby? I can feel you clenching around my tongue, so needy." He whispered before returning to sniff your core enjoying the musky scent and repeating what he had been doing for the last three minutes.

Your body began to shake as you woke up and you bite your lip seeing Raphael between your thighs smiling up at you once you'd noticed him. You run your hand his purple locks tangling them in the gaps of your fingers, enjoying the slimy feeling of them and the sweat that was started to form on his scalp.

"Just like that. Oh my! Eat me more Raph!" You mewl your back arching away from the mattress as your orgasm grew closer and closer to your climax.

He teased rubbing you in circles as you whimpered out his name nodding your head to what he was saying, you were desperate to cum for him. He was hungry to taste your essence too. He runs his tongue roughly over the slit slowly savouring the flavour of your cunt.

“Come on baby give your cum I am starved…” he whispered hungrily continuing to feast on your pussy like it was his last meal.

G-G-Gonna cum," You stuttered out looking down at him as you knew how much he loved to watch you cum, his fingers didn't stop for a second he continued to pump your hole and suck your clit as quickly as he could and you came around his fingers and on his tongue crying out his name. Your whole body was spasming as you came around his tongue and fingers, coming down from your high and staring at him dazed from your orgasm.

“Fuck Raph, honey, what's gotten you so-" You were cut off by him kissing you roughly and lining himself up at on pussy, he pulled away and hissed as he pushed himself inside of you.

"Please I missed you baby” He cried out as he began thrusting into you roughly not giving you a second to adjust to his size or movements.

(Raphael is such a sub boy… don’t debate with me about this)

Sylus:

As the leader of Onychinus, Sylus, ~(I can’t spell ignore if wrong 😭)~ he had to go around to “take care” of the chaos that occurred in the city. It wasn’t unusual that he was gone for days and you were in the care of the twins. But he decided to come home early to surprise you, taking an earlier flight home so he could come home and surprise you but when he walked through the house and found you still asleep.

He was shocked, because normally you were the first one awake whenever he was home but he found you snuggled up in bed in nothing but one of his slick robes and a blanket.

He smirked to himself as soon as he saw you, dropping his bag on the floor he made his way over to you slowly taking the sheet off your body and biting on his lip, it had been too long since he'd seen you this way and he'd missed you a lot.

He ran his hand up your send and watched as your body automatically responded to his touch, you whined in your sleep turning over so you were on your back and Sylus couldn't resist the urge anymore thinking it would add to the surprise of him being home early.

“Fuck." He groaned sliding your panties off without you waking up, since you were a heavy sleeper so he knew that you won’t awake just yet. He ran one finger over your folds and smirked knowing you must have been having a good dream because you were soaking.

“Damn kitten." He cooed laying down on the bed in front of your core, he lifted your legs up over his shoulders and began leaving small teasing kisses along your inner side of your thighs until he got to your pussy. He licked his lips sniffing the scent of your cunt. He couldn’t wait to dive in to eat you out.

“Hmm?" Sylus looked up thinking you'd woken up already but you were just moaning and squirming in your sleep. Whatever he was doing to you in the real world was having some kind of effect in dreamland for you. He took one lick before looking up to see if you were moving yet but once he saw you were still asleep he took to work, sucking on your clit while he pushed one finger inside of you pumping slowly and humming around your slit once he felt you clench in your sleep.

The first thing you felt when you half awake was Sylus’s lips kissing and sucking on your clit. It was so good you thought you were dreaming.

S-Sylus." You moaned out your hands going into his hair to hold him closer trying to squeeze your thigh around his head to yep him there. As soon as he bit down gently on your clit, your eyes shot open as you realised it wasn't a dream and he was really there, eating you out.

He chuckled as you moaned out, his fingers began to pump faster and he began sucking harder on your clit, only to replace his tongue where his fingers had been so he could really taste you.

“Sy-Sylus whe-nnn did you get h-h-hom—? Fuck!” Your question was interrupted by a loud moan as you felt yourself getting closer to the edge with every swirl of his tongue and rub of his fingers.

He stared up at you while he continued to eat you out, you stared at him for a couple of seconds before throwing your head back against the pillows and arching your back.

“Look at me while you cum, you know the rules, kitten” You couldn’t help yourself but obey him locking your glassy eyes with his red, lust filled ones.

R-Right there." You whimpered as he replaced his tongue with his fingers hitting your Gspot with every pump, you clenched around him and he knew you were getting closer.

"C-Close." You cried as you stared down at him and he shook his head.

"Not yet kitten, hold it a little longer I know you can." But you couldn't, it had been so long and you were too overcome with pleasure to hold it off. Your orgasm washed over you and you came around his finger screaming out his name as your legs shook and your eyes rolled back.

“Fuck kitten, has it been too long that you forgot all your training?" You let out a shakey laugh as he got into the bed beside you pulling the sheet over the both of you.

(Sylus my daddy. I love you !!!)

Caleb:

Caleb woke up the next morning feeling horrible and not because of the hangover he was having but because he remembered the night before, stumbling in drunk and getting ready for sex only to cum long before you did and leave you unsatisfied. He rolled over and found you asleep in one of his shirts, he kissed your forehead before kissing down your neck finally heading to your core. He shimmies your panties down your body takes a sniff before throwing them somewhere in the room as he took a final look at you to make sure you were still asleep before he kissed your pussy. He rubbed small and slow circles on your clit to tease you until you moved in your sleep, once you turned a little he began to eat you out rougher, adding a finger into you and watching as your body stirred.

Mmm, Caleb ." You mumbled in a sleep-like state your hands reaching for him beside you but once you found nothing but cold sheets you woke up, the pleasure of him eating you out hitting you hard as you realised what he was doing.

"Ca-Caleb?" You look up shocked calling out at him as he lifted your leg over his shoulder and head himself closer to your pussy.

"Cum for me!" He ordered staring up at you, you whimpered at the sudden authoritative tone to his voice and he added another finger pumping them roughly.

“I said cum for me!" He barked out making you moan out at the vibrations from his voice, he smirked feeling you clench around him so he did it again growling into your pussy and watching as you cried out his name.

“Cum right now or you don't get to cum at all again." He growled making you gasp at his tone and arched your back off the mattress as you got closer and closer, his fingers began pumping faster but as he added the third one you came undone around his fingers, crying out his name and moaning loudly as he continued to eat you out through your orgasm watching you as you gripped onto the sheets with pleasure but he didn't stop, he kept going as soon as you came down from your high.

"What are you doing?" You panted from overstimulation of your clit. It was numb at this point, but he wasn't going to stop until he'd made you cum so much you were begging him not to.

"Making up for last night." He whispered before diving his tongue back into you making you cry out his name out again and again all morning.

(Caleb! Bad dog!)

[scorpioriesling]

Could you do a Ridoc smut where you’re dragons are bonded and to tease him you show him memories from the night before during lunch with everyone and he drags somewhere is super dominant and says something along the lines of “don’t swallow” “show me” (love ur writing btw💕)

Then Why's It Feel So Good?

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Pairing(s): Ridoc x reader

Warning(s): smut, mdni, 18+, male dom

Summary: They say you always get what you deserved, and after messing with your boyfriend's head one day during lunch... well, you got exactly that.

SR’s Note: For my Swiftie friends, celebrating miss thang for getting her masters back (';

Tags: @mellowmusings @rcarbo1 @lilah-asteria @bookofriverr @kitsunetori @velarisdusk @nctsawrus @lreadsstuff @paintedbyshadows @freakishfandomfiend @littleemissperfecttt @loveofmychips @bodhidurrans (inbox me or comment if you'd like to be added!)

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"And then, he launched himself at my, totally grabbing my bum leg..."

Your eyes glazed over as Sawyer kept speaking. You sat across the table from him, and could make out his mouth moving, though the words were simply background noise. Your mind was elsewhere this morning -- a place it shouldn't be.

Your boyfriend didn't help your cause, either.

Jumping when he leaned in, his breath ticked your ear as he spoke.

"Everything alright?"

Goosebumps erupted across your skin as his lips grazed the shell of your ear. You nodded quickly, but he only sighed at the lack of response. His hand moved to rest atop your bare thigh, and the small touch had your mind wandering further into the gutter. Just the night before, his hands had been on your thighs -- however, they were squeezing, bruising as you bounced atop his lap.

Your cheeks flushed at the memory.

Rhiannon shot you a concerned look from beside Sawyer, which you quickly waved a hand at. I'm fine, you conveyed, and she simply shrugged before turning her attention back to the freckled male.

You couldn't though -- Ridoc's fingers had begun to trace small patterns on your skin.

When you'd first found out your dragons were mated, things didn't go so smoothly. The two of you fought, always competitive with one another-- that was, until he finally kissed you that day on the training mat. Then, the rest was history.

And your relationship progressed quickly, too.

Your mind wandered, remembering the first month you'd been officially together. There was no denying the attraction between the two of you -- both personality-wise and physically. It felt so taboo at the time, wanting to fuck like bunnies after a few weeks of dating. Now, it was to be expected.

Let's just say you both have a high libido.

And... so do your dragons.

You damn near closed your eyes as you reflected on the memory. The first night Aotrom and Nimeah went at it, you found Ridoc outside yoru door in minutes. No words were said as you threw open the barrier, staring at one another as the ache intensified. Soon after, you were gripping him by the shirt collar and tugging him into your personal chambers.

He never seemed to mind, though. After that first time, after the first satiated ache -- it just seemed to keep coming. He was sweaty after sparring? You'd be railed in the showers post-workout. You just got back from class? He'd be bending you over his nightstand, spanking your ass for every minute the two of you werent together. Not to mention going on missions together... it truly didn't get better than screaming his name against the sand of a foreign beach.

You came to as his fingers squeezed your knee softly, and you'd blinked your eyes open. He gave you a sidelong look, clearly concerned for your wellbeing. You nudged him softly, staring down at your plate once more. Sawyer's voice mixed with the background noise in the lunchroom, and though you didn't want to dismiss your friend, you couldn't help it.

The growing heat between your legs intensified as you recalled last night's events. Glancing at Ridoc, a small smirk came to your face -- he'd likely left his mental shields down again, and you'd only told him a million times to keep them up. So really, this would be his fault.

You reimagined last night -- the moon was high, and the hour was late. You squealed as Ridoc's palm lay atop your ass, squeezing the right cheek. His cock drove in and out of you rapidly, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing off the walls around you.

"Ridoc," you'd panted, clenching around him as his palm lifted and then harshly reconnected with your skin. He breathed heavily behind you, his own low groans driving you insane.

"So fucking good baby," he mumbled, the head of his cock rubbing against your sweet spot. Your eyes rolled back as you felt your orgasm approaching. Both hands gripped your cheeks, pulling you against his pelvis over and over as his breaths quickened.

"You gonna cum baby? Yeah?" He teased. You squeaked as the coil tightened, threatening to burst. When it finally did, your walls seized, gripping Ridoc's cock so tightly that-

"We'll catch up with you guys later." Ridoc immediantely annouced, standing hastily. You looked up at him, surprised by the quick action.

"Is therything okay?" Rhiannon asked, concerned. "Y/N, you look-"

"She's fine." His tone was rougher than you'd ever heard it. You inhaled sharply as he took your hand in his, jerking you to rise from the table as well. You gave everyone an apologetic look, though it didn't last long seeing as Ridoc was dragging you from the room.

"Ridoc... Ridoc, hey! Slow down!" You panted, trying to keep up. Your boots caught on one another as he all but pulled you down the hallway, clearly in a rush. You opened your mouth to say more, but halted as he stopped before a random door. He shoved it open, leaning his shoulder into it to push inside. You were confused as he pulled you in behind him, flicking on a dim light that barely illuminated the tiny closet space. You scoffed as you took in the random cleaning supplies and housekeeping essentials around you, scowling at the pinesol smell in the air.

"Ridoc, what are you-"

His hands gripped at your shoulders, shoving you toward the ground. You gasped as you were forced onto your knees, staring up at him angrily as they hit the cement floor below you.

"You think that's funny?" He asked, his tone rough as his hands found the ties of his leathers. He began unlacing them, his strong fingers working quickly as he pulled apart the knots. "You think sending me those images, at lunch, is a joke?"

You raised an eyebrow, finally getting it now. You chuckled darkly, staring up at him with a sly smile.

"What, you didn't like them?" You asked. He huffed, undoing the last lace and shoving his pants down. They reached only his knees before he was yanking his length free from his boxers, gripping and tugging on the hardening rod.

He laughed lowly, his free hand reaching for you again.

"You know I liked them. That's the point." He growled, his palm quickly fisting your hair. You squeaked as he jerked your head back, forcing you to look up at him and the single, yellowing lightbulb dangling above his head.

"You did something bad, Y/N. Very bad," he warned. You rounded your eyes, looking up at him with feigned innocence.

"Then... why does this feel so good?"

He lost it at that, rolling his eyes and huffing. Instantly, your head was jerked toward his cock, and you instinctively stuck out your tongue. He rubbed the tip against it, and your tastebuds welcomed his familiar pre-cum. He shook his head slowly, inching his cock toward your lips.

"Open wide and take me then. I want you to show me, if it really feels so good. "

You did as you were told. Parting your lips, you braced for impact. Your eyes never left his as he slipped his cock past the entrance, slowly adjusting to the way your mouth felt around him. You swirled your tongue around him, delighting in his usual taste and feel -- honestly, the entire situation made your panties even wetter.

Especially when he pulled his hips back, before slamming them against your mouth again.

You gagged as his cock was forcefully rammed down your throat. Not that you were unused to his size, but it had just finally recovered from last time. He groaned at the feeling, quickly snapping his hips against your face as you continued to take his entire dick down your throat. Tears sprung to your eyes, the feeling of him fucking your mouth so intense that black spots clouded your vision.

"Such a smart fuckin' mouth," he griped, the hold on your hair growing tighter. "Gotta shut you up sometimes."

Your eyes rolled back as he continued fucking your face. You considered reaching a hand down to play with yourself, grant yourself some release while you provided him his. But, you knew he'd punish you for that too -- and maybe, you wanted him to.

"Yeah? Am I stretching out that pretty throat? Huh?" He taunted. His free hand came to cup your chin, gripping tight as he somehow shoved in further.

"You should think about this next time you screw with me in front of all our friends," he threatened, his words muffled. "Consider your punishment before you act."

You could only gag and gurgle in response, absentmindedly reaching up to play with his balls. You'd halted them slapping against your chin, instead favoring to pleasure him further. The action had him gasping, his cock twitching inside your mouth. He stood again, both hands now tangling in your long locks.

He tossed his head back, his release nearing. He gasped and groaned, the small sounds sending your vagina into overdrive. You felt damn near a bitch in heat, with no way of release. The way his smooth skin felt between your lips, the way your nose pressed again and again against the soft stubble of his pelvis-

"FUCK," he shouted, his hands holding your head still. You gazed up at him, eyes teary and makeup smudged as he emptied himself inside of you. Warm, salted liquid shot against the back of your throat as he half-thrust inside of you, gasping as he released. Your throat restricted as you prepared to swallow, but paused as his gaze hardened.

"Do not fucking swallow," he growled, glaring down at you. Your brows knit in confusion, only more confused when he slowly pulled his cock from you. His seed dripped slowly from the corners of your lips, and he only shook his head.

"I think you enjoy me punishing you, you wicked little thing," he teased. He kneeled before you, his face nearing yours. His thumb rest against the fat of your bottom lip as he pried your lips apart, peering at the remaining semen pooling beyond them. He chuckled again, reveling in the way your cheeks blushed.

"Only good girls get to swallow," he said quietly. Your eyes widened as he leaned closer, his lips nearly touching yours. "Are you gonna be a good girl from now on?"

You simply nodded at his hushed words, and his eyes followed the movement. He smiled with satisfaction, pushing your jaw up and closing your mouth once more. He leaned in all the way, quickly kissing your lips before he spoke again.

"Very good, then. Swallow. All of it."

Once again, you did as you were told.

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bunny's 60-day glow up challenge ❤︎

hi my loves! my birthday is right around the corner and i want to end the year strong, so i thought it would be a cute and encouraging idea to host a challenge for all of us glow-up girlies! the steps for the challenge are very simple and customizable, and they give plenty of space for low-energy days. this challenge is all about trying your best to remain consistent in your goals, not to strive for an impossible "perfection" but instead to build trust in yourself that you can show up for your beautiful self and achieve the glow up that you deserve!

steps for the challenge:

pick three habits or things you want to dedicate time to every day

write a sentence or two on why you want to focus on these habits so that you have motivation and inspiration to complete them on hard days; this could include a basic "why" or you could write out specific goals you'd like to achieve through these habits

write out three different energy level variations of the habits so you can achieve your habits even on low-energy days

optional step: write an intro post sharing your habits and goals with everyone! you can use the tag #bunny60days to connect with others doing the challenge and hype each other up with accountability and love - you can also tag me and i can cheer you on hehe! 🥰 otherwise you can simply keep track on your own using a journal or planner or whatever works best for you!

optional step: write daily (or weekly) check-in posts sharing what you accomplished on the different days of the challenge, what you'd like to improve on the next day, or just a general update on how you're feeling. remember that this is a feel-good challenge, not a shame-filled one, so be kind to yourself and use this reflection as a way to show compassion and empathy to yourself 💕 again, you can use the tag #bunny60days to track your progress and see how others are doing!

the only very important rule for this challenge:

if you fall off and don't complete every habit you've written down in a day, do not start the challenge over, just pick up from where you left off! remember, this challenge is about building self-trust and resiliency - this means that you won't let one bad day or break in a streak stop you from continuing your habits. being "strong and hardworking" doesn't mean doing everything perfectly from day one, it means picking yourself up when you fall off course and trying again even though you may feel imperfect.

why only three habits?

when we do challenges, it's so easy to want to accomplish everything all at once, from working out to sleep schedules to everything in between. however, when you eventually burn yourself out or don't complete everything on your super long list of habits, shame is bound to follow, and shame does not make healthy soil for a beautiful plant to grow. starting off with three habits with different energy levels is a good way to ease into habit building while still feeling challenging enough to be interesting.

i don't know where to begin! can you give me an example of some habits or goals?

absolutely! if you'd like an example, you can check out my own personal goals for the challenge here. i'll be participating too, so you know that you have at least one person joining you in your glow up! 🥰 there is also a blank template below for you to use for your own glow up adventure.

blank template for you:

my chosen habits:

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my goals and why's:

habit one:

habit two:

habit three:

my habit energy tiers:

habit one:

low energy:

medium energy:

high energy:

habit two:

low energy:

medium energy:

high energy:

habit three:

low energy:

medium energy:

high energy:

let's do this! bunny xoxo

[xoxorory]

Where’s the dog !

POV: Fem!Reader & Damian Wayne Pairing: Damian Wayne x Fem!Reader Genre: Fluff | Humor | Chaos | Domestic Softness Featuring: Titus Word Count: 1K .Taglist🏷️: @simpingmyassoff , @shootingstargirl2001 (if you want to be added,comment down below!) requested by: @simpingmyassoff sorry it took long!!! I was finishing classes A/N: English isn't my first lenguage,enjoy! ! ! A/N 2: It's kind of inspired in how @fromdove (💕💞💓💗💖💘💝) writes damian. . .,please GO CHECK HER BLOG ! ! ! !

“He hid again,didn’t he?” 

‘’Pffft– what? Of course not!”

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POV: You

Dog-sitting Titus should be easy. I mean, come on. He’s a dog. A big dog, sure, but mostly a big, fluffy, lovable dog who just wants to nap, chew his squeaky toys, and occasionally judge me for my lack of treats.

I’d done this countless times before. Titus stayed with me while Damian was off doing who-knows-what, and I’d happily take care of the giant fluffball. Feed him, walk him, throw his favorite toy until he got tired, repeat.

Simple.

Today was supposed to be just another normal Titus-sitting day.

And yet here I was, standing in my living room with my hands on my hips, heart thumping, and pillows thrown all over the floor like a tornado had hit my apartment.

Because Titus had vanished.

Literally.

It started an hour ago. I was cleaning up after one of Titus’s enthusiastic toy-chasing sessions, when I glanced around and noticed he wasn’t at his usual spot by the couch. No gentle snoring. No wagging tail brushing against the carpet.

Nothing.

That’s when my phone buzzed.

Lil’ Bratman 🦇:  I’m on my way to pick up Titus.

Oh great.

Great.

Because Titus was nowhere to be found.

“Okay,” I muttered, dropping onto my knees, scanning the floor for any signs of him. “Keep calm. He’s probably hiding. He loves hiding.”

Except that usually, when Titus hid, I could hear him. His nails tap-tap-tapping on the hardwood, or the faint squeak of his favorite red toy being tossed around. This time? Silence.

And the clock was ticking.

Damian’s text came again.

Lil’ Bratman 🦇: I’m five minutes away.

I was about to text back a frantic, “Hey baby! Um…I think I lost your dog,don’t kill me. xoxo” but I knew that would only make things worse. Damian’s eyebrow raise would be legendary.

No. I had to find Titus before Damian showed up.

So I launched into full search mode.

First, the couch cushions. I flipped and dug through every crevice, fishing out dust bunnies and a couple of crumbs, but no Titus.

Next, under the coffee table. No wagging tail. No big eyes staring at me.

“Come on, Titus,” I whispered, voice catching. “Please don’t make me look bad in front of Damian.”

I moved to the kitchen, thinking maybe he was trying to steal some snacks, but no. Empty floors.

The balcony door was closed, so no chance he escaped outside — plus, I was pretty sure he’d never survive the drop without some serious bat-gadgets.

Then I heard it. The tiniest squeak.

My heart jumped.

Titus’s toy.

I followed the sound, creeping around my bookshelf — and suddenly, there he was.

Curled up in the tiniest corner behind the books, happily gnawing on his red squeaky toy like it was the best thing in the world.

Oh my god.

Relief slammed through me in a tidal wave.

“Titus! You little stinker!” I scooped him up before he could run off again. His tail thumped against my arm as if to say, “I was just having some alone time, chill.”

I didn’t care.

I hugged him tight.

And then, because I was officially losing my mind, I looked around at the disaster zone my apartment had become.

Pillows from the couch tossed everywhere.

Blankets flung like flags of defeat.

My coffee table now sporting a suspiciously large scratch.

“Okay, okay, calm down,” I told myself. “Damian’s coming. You can do this.”

Almost like the universe heard me, the doorbell rang.

My heart jumped again.

“Okay, Titus,” I whispered, setting him down. “Time for Operation: Don’t Look Like You Lost Him.”

I straightened my hoodie, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

Damian stood there, expression unreadable, as usual.

His dark eyes flicked from me to Titus—who was now sitting politely by my feet, tail wagging.

“Welcome back,roohi! ,” I said, voice a little too cheerful.

Damian’s lips twitched—maybe the closest thing he had to a smile.

“You seem… relieved.”

I flushed. “Really? You’re making up things again”

He took the leash from my hand and clipped it to Titus’s collar.

Titus immediately jumped into Damian’s side, tail wagging furiously.

Damian glanced back at me, then said quietly, “I suppose I won’t ask where he was.”

I opened my mouth to protest.

But the way his eyes softened told me he already knew exactly what had happened.

And maybe, just maybe, he was choosing not to make me explain.

POV: Damian Wayne

I texted her fifteen minutes ago.

I’m on my way to pick up Titus.

Simple enough.

When I arrived at her place, I expected to see Titus sprawled on the floor, maybe half-asleep, or at worst, begging for a walk.

Instead, the door swung open, and there stood her—looking disheveled, slightly flustered, and clutching Titus like he was a fragile treasure.

My eyes scanned the room.

Pillows were strewn everywhere.

The coffee table bore a fresh scratch.

Blankets were tossed haphazardly.

The couch was upside down.

Clearly, some kind of Titus-related chaos had ensued.

I kept my expression calm, though inside I was amused.

“Titus,” I said softly, kneeling down to the dog’s level.

The giant mutt wagged his tail, tongue lolling happily.

Relief was written all over her face.

“You seem… relieved,” I said quietly, not really expecting a reply.

She flushed and gave a small laugh.

“Really?,” she said, “ You’re making up things again”

I clipped the leash to Titus’s collar.

The dog immediately pressed against my leg.

I glanced back at her.

“Where was he?”

She opened her mouth, then closed it.

I didn’t press.

Some things were better left unsaid.

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svtforever17_ we’re back to black hair! everyone stay calm. she’s powerful again 💕

hoshifiedbaby SHE WENT RED TWICE AND BOTH TIMES SHE RAN BACK TO BLACK LIKE IT BURNED HER… WHAT IS THE MEANING?!?

vuismyreligion she hasn’t posted in WEEKS and just came back with a casual picture of HALF OF JEONGHAN’S FACE IN A DATE PIC like we wouldn’t go into cardiac arrest 😭

dkdaydreams i just know jeonghan made her that lego wall after being like “idk if it’s stupid” and now they have a shrine of bricks i’m screaming 😭

minghaosmanifestation THE STUDIO PIC??? oh we’re COOKING. LUNACY DELUXE ERA?!! INCOMING???! IM NOT OKAY 🥲

↳ missbitch1997 PLSSSSS I NEED MORE OF LUNCAY!!

↳ nanastudiofiles she’s so unserious but i’m FERAL. GIVE US THE MUSIC MA’AM.

babycaratrose you see black hair luna and you just KNOW it’s about to be her villain arc again. i love this 🤩

jeongnadaily THAT MOTHERFUCKING TEXT!!!?! WHATTHEFUCKKKK YOON JEONGHAN!!? 😫

ashonashonash i saw the corner of jeonghan’s face and my serotonin said ✅

↳ hannienanaarchive she be feeding us better than pledis rn thank u queen for this man who’s been ghosting the entire internet

jxjupdates english translation of the message: “If no one has told you yet today, let me. You did really well today, really. I’m proud of you, Nana-ya. So don’t doubt yourself right now, okay? Don’t worry. Don’t think too much. Don’t be scared. You can just… exist. Breathe. Be proud. And yes I know I’ll see you in a few hours, I’m not counting, but I want to see you like I haven’t seen you in decades. So breathe. Breathe. Eat something. And if the world feels too loud, remember that I’m here. Always. I love you in all the languages I don’t know yet, my pretty moon.”

↳ jeongnadaily I’m. Crying. Throwing up. This man is in LOVE.

↳ lunaticchild “if no one has told you yet today, let me…” oh so jeonghan’s gonna personally rip my heart out huh

↳ jeonghansleftvein WHEN HE SAID “I WANT TO SEE YOU LIKE I HAVEN’T SEEN YOU IN DECADES” THAT WAS SO ROMAN EMPIRE I’M NOT OKAY

shualight i can’t stop re-reading the TEXTTTT.

user19562901552 luna is so fake it’s insane 🙄 idc what anyone says but she’s literally using jeonghan for clout and aesthetics. he’s in the military and she’s out here posting half his face like some trophy. she’s loud, attention-seeking, and painfully average. jeonghan could do a thousand times better 🤷‍♀️

↳ caratsforluna Jeonghan would hate you. he’d burn you alive if it meant keeping luna warm. try him.

↳ nanasmoonlight you call her loud but jeonghan calls her his. he’s never looked at anyone the way he looks at her, so stay mad i guess 🤷‍♀️

↳ teamjeongna every time someone hates on Luna because she’s dating Jeonghan— i will remind you that he wrote her that insane love text, wrote her song and released it on her birthday, gifted her a bunny because she said she was lonely and has always wanted one, learned how to use a film camera just to take her pictures, called her “his constant” during their rookie days, a million more things, and probably did thousand more things we don’t even know about yet. he’s in love. painfully, obviously in love. y’all can hate but he’s busy worshipping her.

wonwonweasley the lego wall is eating me alive! I WANT WHAT THEY HAVE 🫵

caratforlife03 he called her “my pretty moon” and my lungs collapsed.

↳ nanajelly they are sooooo the love story where he looks like he doesn’t care about anything but actually writes her a letter every day to give her 😭 SOMEBODY WRITE A MOVIE ABOUT THEM!!!

↳ cheolsoftwife jeonghan said “don’t think too much. breathe.” and i’m using that as my wallpaper, life motto, and thesis statement.

moonlightbae she goes blonde = chaos. she goes red = crisis. she goes black = we ball.

lunaroyalty me reading that text: 😭

me translating it in google: 😭😭😭

me reading it again in korean: 😭😭

me wondering if i’ll ever be loved like that: 🧍🏻‍♀️

baebaebaeby not to be dramatic but this post just reset my entire year. taxes done. skin clear. heart broken but healed. lunch eaten.

sebongcentral who do i contact to get a tour of the JeongNa lego museum?!? i’ll sign an NDA. i’ll crawl. i’ll cry. i’ll PAY!!

lunarrrnotfound she gave us one half of his face and the full force of their love story. who does that. WHO!?

hanniehae_1995 jeonghan be like “breathe. exist. eat something.” meanwhile i haven’t known peace since the first line of that text 🥹

caratcore_17 not her posting like she didn’t just emotionally nuke us with that text. my girl this is a public platform!!??

queenjiyeonie to be loved like that 🥹… jeonghan is the type of lover who would lift you up when you’re running on empty— like he watches you quietly, sees everything you’re carrying, and then reminds you it’s okay to rest. he’s gentle without being passive, always present, always soft in the right places. and luna… she’s the kind of person who carries herself with so much strength and independence, but underneath it all, you can tell she just wants someone who won’t be scared of her fire. someone who meets her there, who doesn’t dim her down. they match because he sees her and doesn’t flinch, and she trusts him enough to let him in. and that kind of love? it’s rare. and so real. i’m just really, really happy they found it with each other. 💕

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[pupyuj]

[cw: dom ive unnie line x sub wony, like deadass in-the-depths-of-subspace wony, g!p rei bcs idgaf, rei has a BIGGG unnie kink.]

genuinely tried to not make this drag on but the ideas just kinda kept coming 😭 i thought the annyeongz fic i'm working on rn would be the first and only idol x idol thing from me but ah... wonyoung ships are just too good for me to not write anything about them 🥰💞

wonyoung is never EVER beating the unnie’s girl allegations it’s actually so bad for her 😔 she just can’t help it okay!? whenever the unnies speak, something in her brain just rewires itself into making her a perfect, obedient little doll for them and them only 🫠 and she knows the unnies in question love her undivided attention anyway! 🤭 yujin, who is the leader and does expect said attention. gaeul, who is not the leader but is the oldest so any authority that she has on someone, even if it’s small, she will devour. and rei, who is barely considered an unnie but very much wants to be bcs she wants to feel that respect yujin and gaeul feed their ego with 😵‍💫😵‍💫

wony knowing yujin the longest… meaning she would a different level of whipped for her 😍 eyes never leaving yujin while the leader talks, always nodding and agreeing to whatever she is saying, doing whatever the leader wants done from her… most specifically when yujin gets wonyoung alone in some room to talk about how the latter sometimes spaces out during performance discussions and briefings 🫣 wony having to apologize for having a wild, naughty imagination… for thinking about having her hands all over yujin’s perfect body… for wanting to be on her leader’s lap getting pampered and pleasured like the little princess she is 🥺🥺 ofc more often than not, yujinnie would entertain this and give wonyoung the sex she has probably been wanting all day… but sometimes she has to put her leader cap on and punish bad behavior! 😤

and naturally, wonyoung just so happened to love the most common way of punishing disobedient subs—spanking! 💕 being bent over a table with the side of face pressed down and her hair gripped tightly by her yujin-unnie… her skirt on the floor and her panties brought down only to her thighs bcs yujinnie was so hasty and didn’t waste any more time before she started hitting wony’s ass 😮‍💨😮‍💨 wony having to bite back her cute whines and moans bcs yujin just so happened to drag her inside a room that did not have soundproofed walls… and it gets even better when wony arches her back for more, giving yujin a view of her wet pussy… so desperate to be filled up, but yujin was not giving into her own desire this time 🤭

spanking wony until her butt was red and her legs were twitching… and believe it or not, wonyoung came from all of that alone! and ofc yujin wasn’t too mean to her poor pretty girl—she made sure to give wonyoung’s perfect ass a good eating before they both left that room happier than ever 🥰

oh gaeul… the unnie wony adores the most 🥺 follows her around like a lovesick bunny, always hugging her from behind bcs gaeul is just so snug in wonyoung’s arms 😔💕 wony doesn’t know what it is about gaeul that just made her impossible to act… normal around her 😭 maybe it’s the endearingly lazy way that gaeul talked, maybe it’s gaeul’s pretty eyes that was always on wonyoung’s body, maybe it’s the rare moments where gaeul would take charge and boss everyone around… that last one gets wonyoung squirming in her seat every time she thinks about it 🤭 she does a lot of things on purpose to poke the bear that is gaeul’s inner strictness! giving the older girl bedroom eyes from across the table during meetings and if they’re sitting right next to each other, wony would tease her by caressing gaeul’s leg with her foot under the table 🫣 also wearing risqué outfits for gaeul to be the only one to notice that it’s inappropriate, intentionally making mistakes during dance practices so gaeul would be the one to correct her… the more the eldest gets visibly upset, the more wony considers her actions a great success! 🤭

all of that makes gaeul’s nightly visits to wonyoung’s room a lot more fun! but see, gaeul makes no mention of wonyoung’s actions bcs she knew that would only make wonyoung do them more… so the older girl settles with keeping her princess up ‘till dawn using her mouth 😋 seriously, gaeul will join wonyoung in her bed dead in the night, feel her up enough to get her soaked before finally burying her head in between her thighs… and it gets even better when gaeul makes wony work for her climax! slowing down on purpose to the point it frustrates the little princess and she flips the older girl over to ride her face 🫠🫠 in direct contrast to yujin who loves punishing wonyoung on the spot and jumping at every opportunity to do so, gaeul is smart and knows that it’s just what wonyoung wants so instead of giving her that, gaeul makes her beg.

but that’s okay, wony would do anything her gaeul-unnie wants! 🥺 ride her face until dawn? beg and beg for release? scream her name so loud that wonyoung would have to bite on a pillow? everything would be done, and done well.

and rei, the wannabe unnie of 04z 🤭💕 it’s cute when the members tease her about wanting to take care of the girls of the same age as her but it’s a very real desire, okay!? 😤 she wants to be seen as this mature and responsible member who can be just as reliable as gaeul and yujin… especially by wonyoung, who is a few years her senior when it comes to being an idol and being the picture of elegance and class 🤭 it’s so obvious rei wants to be fawned over as an unnie and wonyoung has a hell of a time entertaining her! 😋 during practices, when rei does something as simple as handing wonyoung a bottle of water during a break or being the one to wipe her sweat away with a towel, wonyoung always makes sure to say “thank you, unnie” very, very quietly before scurrying away with a smirk knowing she has just flipped a switch inside rei’s brain 😵‍💫

but oh, rei knows wonyoung can be a big tease sometimes... and once the princess is having fun, it's quite difficult to put her down so, rei likes to get a jump on things! 😋 forcing wonyoung down on her knees in the dirty bathroom floors, even binding her hands behind her back with a silk necktie rei just so happened to be bringing around during dance practice days, and making the pretty princess suck her cock with great difficulty bcs wonyoung always needed to take it slow or else she doesn't do well :( but she always wants to please her unnies... so she forces herself to do her best bcs if rei isn't feeling good then that would just hurt her pride! looking up at rei with tears of pleasure, taking up all of her length down her throat even though she was gagging... all of that just to hear rei's sweet voice call her a very good girl and tell her how much she was making her feel so good 🤭

rei having to cum all over wony's face bcs she looks the prettiest that way :(( and wony hates it when her makeup gets ruined but if letting rei do that means getting filled up her cock immediately after... well then, whatever 'unnie' wants, 'unnie' gets! 💓💓

[minminbunny]

I have a request if you're accepting them that is. Well it's in all actuality two requests but I'll send them in parts.

would you think about possibly writing a drabble or fic on your main

1) bunny hybrid reader with Dom Chan. They're just cuddling together and the reader wants to munch on carrots so he gets the reader some carrot slices and feeds her but ends up dropping a slice on his lap and the reader not thinking anything about it bends down and eats it. (Doesn't have to be NSFW)

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Owner! Bang Chan/Bunny Hybrid Gender Neutral! Reader

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"You're home!" you exclaimed, leaping into his arms. Chan chuckled, bracing your sudden impact, "Master's home, little bun. What have you been up to, hm?" he asked, carrying you to the sofa. You straddled him lap, your fluffy tail twitching from excitement, "Bun cleaned the house, played games, read stuff and made a nest upstairs," you rambled, bouncing in his lap. Chan cooed, rubbing his hands up your plush thighs, "Such a busy bunny," he said, patting your skin. You nodded, "Ahm, bun did a lot today," you said, squeaking as he scratched your ear. "Good bunny," Chan praised, stroking your cheek. You beamed, your ears perking up, "Master, can I have treats?" you asked, thumping your feet against the sofa. A smirk etched on Chan's lips, "Do you think you deserve it, bunny?" he asked, adoring the way you sulked immediately. You looked up at him, batting your pretty lashes, "Bun been good," you whined, hoping he'd give into your plea. "Okay, okay. Get into position, bun. I'll get your treats," Chan said, lifting you off his lap.

You kneeled into position, your hands placed on your thighs as you waited. Chan hummed, his voice deep and proud, "Good bunny, so obedient for me," he said, patting your head. You squeaked, nudging into his palm, "Treat, please," you said, your eyes sparkling under the ceiling lights. Chan felt his breath hitch, "Come cuddle up, bunny," he whispered, sitting next to you. "Carrots!" you squeaked, nuzzling into his side. Chan chuckled, holding you close, "Say ah," he said, tapping the carrot slices on your bottom lip. You instantly took a chomp, loving the sweet juices from the carrot slices with each bite "Mmh," you moaned, licking your lips. Chan gulped, rubbing the back of his nape as he fed you. "Eek!" you squeaked, missing a carrot slice from his fingertips. Chan chuckled, his hand about to pick up the slice but you beat him to it.

"Nom," you said, biting the carrot slice above his bulge. Chan choked on his spit, his eyes widened at your seeming innocent gesture. You tilted your head, parting your lips, "Ah," you said, waiting for another slice. Chan gulped, his hands fidgeting on his lap, "Do you want another type of treat, bunny?" he asked, setting the carrots aside. You beamed, "What type of treat?" you asked, curiosity flooding your mind. Chan chuckled, "Well, it's warm. A bit salty at first but it gets sweeter and sweeter the more you suck," he said, rubbing your ears. "Ooh, bun wants some," you said, your tailing wiggling in anticipation. Chan's voice turned breathy, a smug smirk etched on his lips, "Lay your head on Master's lap, bunny," he said, gently tugging your ears. You did as told, obediently waiting for the new treat. Chan popped a salty lemon drop in your mouth, "Suck on it, bun. Doesn't it taste good?" he asked, brushing back your fur. (Heh)

NSFW BELOW CUT

Chan unzipped his pants, his cock throbbing beneath his boxers, "Doesn't it look tasty?" he said, his voice husky. You nodded, aching to get your lips wrapped around his leaky tip. His precum dripping down the sides of his shaft, making his cock glisten under the lights. You gulped, waiting patiently for Chan to slip his cockhead between your lips. Chan cooed, tapping the tip of his cock against your bottom lip, "You love Master's cock pacifier don't you, bunny? You always get so messy when we have scenes like these," he teased, stroking your hair as you suckled his throbbing cockhead. You hummed, pressing your tongue against the underside of his cock as you sucked. Chan hissed, patting your hair, "That's it, pretty bun. Keep sucking like it's a pacifier. Let it soothe your needy little brain," he said, loving the way your eyes flutter shut into a blissful haze.

[itsnesss]

Hellooo! May I request fem! reader working as a cute playboy bunny waitress, but Robby finds out when he sees her so he gets angry and possessive and gives her a punishment (+18)? Thank you so much 😙🙏💕

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 | robby keene × fem!reader

summary | the request

warnings | smut, nightclub work, bunny costume, dom!roby, sub!reader, explicit content, physical punishment (spanking), p in v, unprotected sex

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The night at the club is in full swing, with the music pounding through the walls like a heartbeat. Heels click against the floor as you weave between tables with a tray in hand, dodging the overly enthusiastic hands of customers with a fake smile plastered on your face. The uniform you’re wearing—that skimpy Playboy Bunny outfit—is uncomfortable, but you know the tips make it worth it.

"It’s just a temporary job," you tell yourself for the umpteenth time. Soon, you’ll have enough money to leave this behind and move on with your plans. Or at least, that’s what you thought until you see him.

He’s seated at one of the tables in the back, his jaw tight and his eyes dark like the storm you know is brewing. You recognize him immediately; it would be impossible not to. That mix of fury and disappointment on his face makes the air freeze in your lungs.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he spits as you approach with hesitant steps, his words cutting through the noise like a knife.

"Robby, I… I didn’t expect to see you here," you stammer, trying to keep your voice steady.

He stands, his height intimidating even in a place this crowded. His gaze sweeps over your outfit, and the frown on his face deepens.

"You didn’t expect me to come? What else? Did you expect I’d never find out you’re working in a place like this?"

The way he says it, with disdain and something that sounds like hurt, makes you feel exposed, like you’re being judged for everything you are.

"It’s not what you think," you protest, but even to you, it sounds weak.

"Oh, no? Then what is it?" he asks, crossing his arms as he looks at you with a mix of disbelief and anger.

You try to explain that it’s just a job, that you needed the money, but every word seems to fuel his fury. Finally, Robby grabs your wrist—not hard, but enough to let you know he won’t take "no" for an answer.

"We’re leaving. Now." His tone is final, and for a moment, you feel small under his gaze.

"Robby, I’m working," you try to reason, though you know it won’t work.

He doesn’t reply, simply pulling you out of the club, ignoring the curious stares from others.

The walk to his car is tense, the silence between you heavier than any words. Once inside, Robby slams the door shut and turns to face you.

"What were you thinking?" His voice is loaded with emotions you can’t fully decipher.

"I was thinking about paying my bills, Robby. Not everyone has the luxury of choosing their jobs," you snap back, more defensive than you intended.

"And this is the path you choose? Letting those idiots look at you like you’re a piece of meat?"

His words are like a bucket of cold water.

"You have no idea how hard it is, so don’t judge me."

He stares at you, his jaw working as he tries to contain whatever he’s feeling. Finally, he exhales and runs a hand through his hair.

"It’s not just that. I can’t stand the thought of anyone else looking at you like that." His voice is softer now, but there’s still an edge of possessiveness in his words.

You don’t know what to say. Part of you is furious at his attitude, but another part can’t help but feel something else. Something you don’t want to admit out loud.

"This isn’t happening again," he says finally, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"You can’t decide that for me, Robby."

"Oh, yes, I can. Because if you won’t, I will."

When you reach his apartment, the air is still thick with tension. Robby closes the door behind you and looks at you with an intensity that makes your heart race.

"If you don’t understand what’s wrong with this, then I’ll have to make you understand," he says, stepping closer.

You take a step back, but the wall behind you cuts off your escape. Robby places a hand on either side of your head, trapping you in his gaze.

"Robby, you’re overreacting."

"Am I? Because from where I’m standing, it seems like you have no idea how much I care."

His proximity leaves you breathless. You know you should argue, fight against the control he’s trying to exert, but something in his tone, in the way he looks at you, makes you hesitate.

"I want you to understand something," he continues, his voice low and dangerous. "You’re mine. Only mine. And I’m not going to share you with anyone, especially not with a bunch of strangers at a club."

You swallow hard, your thoughts a jumbled mess as you try to process what he’s saying.

"I can’t let you make decisions for me, Robby," you manage to say, though your voice sounds weaker than you’d like.

"Then I’ll have to show you why I’m doing this."

His tone is a challenge, and before you can respond, you feel his mouth on yours in a kiss that’s anything but gentle. It’s a mix of frustration, need, and something deeper, something you can’t identify but that consumes you completely.

You try to resist at first, but soon you find yourself responding, your hands gripping his shirt. It’s as if all the anger and tension between you are finding an outlet in this moment, in this kiss that seems to last an eternity.

When he finally pulls away, both of you are breathing heavily. Robby looks at you, his eyes still full of emotions you can’t quite read.

"Don’t go back to that place," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

You’re not sure if it’s an order or a plea, but something in his tone makes you nod.

Then, his hand slips under your skirt, his fingers moving over your pussy, barely touching it.

"Robby..." you whimper, knowing you should stop this but you can't, not after feeling his kiss.

"It drives me crazy to see you dressed like that. As if you were ready to be served on a silver platter" he says, pressing a little harder, just enough to make your pussy tense with anticipation.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, the words slipping out without you realizing.

He smiles, his predatory and dangerous smile.

Then, he spins you around and pushes you against the wall.

"I need to punish you," he says, taking off your bra and opening it at the back. His fingers caress your butt. "I still can't believe you did this to me, mommy".

His voice is full of anger, but also of need, and you can feel his erection pressing against you. His hand slides up the inside of your thigh, brushing against your panties, and you know he's going to take what he wants.

"I'm going to spank your ass until it hurts," he continues. But afterwards, I'm going to fuck you so hard that your legs will hurt, so decide if you want me to eat you before or after.

"Robby, no" you protest weakly, although you already know there's no turning back.

"There's no turning back" he says, as if he had read your thoughts. His voice is full of confidence, as if he knows exactly what you're thinking.

And maybe he's right, because a part of you is dying to feel his mouth on you, his tongue licking your sex, and his breath on your skin. But you can't admit it out loud, not yet.

Finally, Robby turns your head to the side, his mouth meeting yours for a brief but intense kiss. Then, his fingers slide towards your pussy, barely grazing it enough to make you moan.

"Do you want me to eat you?" he asks. Do you want me to lick your panties and leave you covered in my saliva?

You can't respond, your thoughts are disordered, but he understands the gesture of your head.

"No?" His voice is wicked. "Then I'm going to have to leave it for after the punishment".

His hand moves to your back, and a second later, a sharp crack echoes through the apartment. You moan, my legs go weak, but Robby keeps you with one hand on your stomach.

"You look so fucking sexy dressed like this, babe" he says, spanking you two more times.

You moan again, your arm flying back to stop his hand. But he doesn't stop, not yet. He spanks you a couple more times and then lifts you a bit to deliver a double smack to your buttocks. You moan, the pain spreads through your legs.

"Do you want to stop?" he asks.

You don't know if there's sincerity in his voice, but before you can respond, he slaps you two more times. Then, he pulls you into an embrace, his breath on your neck.

"Your buttocks are red. I love seeing them like this". His fingers brush your buttocks gently, and you feel a shiver run down your spine.

His mouth glides over yours, his lips pressing against yours. You feel his erection pressing against your back, his breath ragged. And you know that soon he will be inside you, that soon he will be fucking you harder than you have ever felt before.

His hand slides under your skirt and swiftly removes your panties. Then, you feel his erection brushing against your sex, pressing but not penetrating yet.

"Tell me what you want me to do," he whispers in your ear. Tell me what you want me to do to you.

You can't respond, you can't say the words that have settled in your mouth, so Robby doesn't need more.

"Mommy, you always know" he says, his voice wicked.

Then, he pushes you forward, his cock plunging into you with a thrust. You moan, your hands gripping the wall as you feel Robby slide inside you. His erection is hard and thick, and it penetrates so deeply that you can feel it pressing against your vaginal wall.

"Say something," he gasps, his hand on your waist, pulling you towards him—. Tell me you love me. Tell me that you have always been mine.

You say it. You can't help it, not when his cock throbs inside you like a heartbeat, when his fingers dangerously approach your G-spot.

"That's it," he says, his breath quickening. Now, come over to me—.

His fingers press on your G-spot and your body tenses, your entire being focusing on the sensation of him inside you. You feel something growing, that something is about to burst soon.

Robby turns you around, his gaze igniting a fire within you. Then, he grabs your legs and places them over his shoulders, going even deeper into you. His breathing quickens, his thrusts stronger, more intense.

You feel something explode inside you, a heat that overflows and carries you in its wake. Your body tenses, your breathing becomes erratic, and you hear a moan that you don't know if it's yours or Robby's.

Then, his body tenses as well, his breath working over your ear. You feel his cock swell inside you, the lower part of your stomach tightening with anticipation. Then, Robby gasps in your ear, his body collapsing onto you.

"I'm..." she begins, but her words are lost in a gasp.

You feel his semen entering you, hot and sticky. Your vagina contracts around him, trying to hold his seed. Then, everything fades to darkness as Robby caresses your back with gentle fingers.

"Are you okay?" he says after a moment.

You nod, but you can't speak yet. You can't do anything but feel his cock inside you, his seed in your vagina.

[keigo-chan]

Can I Be Close To You? (Takami Keigo x Reader)

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2.6k

Tags: Cockwarming, Codependency, Hurt/Comfort, Slightly Subby!Keigo, Vaginal Sex, Felching, Creampies, Oral Sex, Affection, Intimacy, Slight Somno (Consensual Falling Asleep During Sex)

Being inside someone is the closest you can be held, isn't it?

FULL TAGS/NOTES ON AO3

It was just intimacy, really. Desperately needed. Two stressed, lonely people trying to seek warmth wherever you could find it. It graduated quickly enough. There were no titles or promises to what you had, just a key to his place for ‘emergencies’, which really consisted of being there for him when he got home from a long or particularly grueling mission. The ones where you needed to help scrub the blood from under his nails or feathers, the haunted look from his eyes. He always eased inside you soon enough after that.

You knew that most people would have perhaps assumed the opposite- that your ‘relationship’ was brought about by the mechanical wants, pushes and pulls of a simple, primal breeding urge. You didn’t find it particularly different that you used each other to fulfill a different one- the need to stave off the loneliness. You liked falling asleep in his arms and slipping away in the morning. You liked that there was skin that he bared for you, and only you, and that he spoke nil of that to the reporters. Nothing needed to complicate that.

Keigo was careful with the mask he wore in public. You were careful helping him shed it. It came off in pieces. His visor, his jacket, that compression shirt of his, his smile. Keigo was a smiley person, and they were beautiful and genuine, but his true resting face held a coldness that he never deigned to let the outside world see. It was something you had grown accustomed to.

You also grew used to the way he would take you, pumping slowly at first, just wanting to feel your warmth, illuminated only by the bathroom light. You felt his panting breath, smelt his skin and the sky and smoke it carried, heard quiet, needy, ‘love you, love you’s that he gave, though you both knew he was saying it only to hear it back. His pace would grow faster and faster, more and more desperate, until he would cum inside you, finally whole and complete as he spent himself.

You would cradle him close in the moments after. You would run your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp and soothing him until he finally pulled out, rolled over, and fell right asleep.

You never blamed him. You knew exactly how exhausted he was. You would pee, wipe yourself off, get one glass of water for you and one for him, and then cuddle up next to him. But even in his sleep, Keigo reached for you. It made things a little more bearable.

You didn’t realize just how exhausted he was these nights until you were on top once. He had come in, as always, under the cover of darkness, sliding his hands against your skin. “Wanna be inside you-” He’d whispered against your neck like a prayer. “Wanna be inside-” So you let him lay back, his hands on your hips, thrusting and rocking up and up into you. He usually liked to take control, even like this. In fact, you knew the position was only taken just because he was so sleepy. He fucked up into you as you supported yourself, squeezing and grinding in careful sync with him-

At least, until he stopped thrusting. You took control quickly enough. You grabbed the headboard, focusing on your hips, riding him up and down and up and down, panting with exertion and pleasure- until he began snoring. 

“…Keigo?” You marveled. Head tipped back onto the pillows, mouth agape, he was asleep. You couldn’t help but laugh incredulously. “Poor guy,” You muttered, kissing him on the cheek and slipping off of him.

In the morning, you woke to Keigo brushing his thumb along your cheek, staring so quietly and adoringly that it made your heart ache. With nothing to soothe it, it was uncomfortable. The first thing out of your mouth was, “Y’know… you don’t have to fuck me if you just wanna be inside me.”

His brow furrowed. You almost felt bad for ruining the picture of peace and serenity he had been. ”Wha’d’ya mean?”

So, that night, even though he had been home all day, even though there was no dirt or sting of a mission to scrub off of him, you took him inside of you. You laid on top of him, and you rested, chest to chest, face in each other’s necks.

He pumped into you a couple of times, and you squeezed him in turn, but he caught on quickly. He wrapped his arms around you and cuddled you close. Still inside of you, he fell asleep in record time.

In the morning, you woke first, a rarity you were happy to indulge in. You were still on top of him. Keigo was golden in the sunrise. His blonde hair fanned around his face like a halo. The sun shone through long, thick, dark eyelashes, making them glow amber. His eye-markings were stark and beautiful against his tan skin. His lips were slightly parted in sleep, kissable, sweet and soft like ripe fruit. His grey shirt clung to him, the collar having slid aside to reveal a sharp collarbone, the top of his hard chest.

He was gorgeous, radiant, practically statuesque. 

When you pulled apart from him, your bare legs were a sticky, entwined mess. Your thighs were sore from where they’d been parted around his hips for so long. It was clear Keigo had cum at some point during the night. Strands of your slick and his emission connected you still as you lifted away with a groan. It was a beautiful, filthy mess. The sunshine caught in the fluids, in the sheen of filth and sweat that had spread amongst both of your inner thighs in equal measure.

It was perfect. And though he had slipped out much earlier in the night, you didn’t feel bereft until you were next to him instead of on top. 

Keigo opened his eyes as you laid down onto what had long since been your own pillow. Your side of the bed was cool and crisp with unuse. You didn’t know if  you enjoyed the feeling or not.

”Mornin’” You murmured, smiling at him. A trail of the slick that had once connected them fell across his thigh and onto yours. “D’you sleep goo-?” You were cut off with a kiss.

Oh. This was different.

Keigo kissed you, ignoring both of your morning breath, frantic and seeking, again and again and again. He had never done this in the daytime, especially not with the blinds still partially open. What you were at night, desperate and alone, was supposed to be hidden, a weakness you both had different reasons to be ashamed of.

You expected to feel more fear about the action. You didn’t. It felt right- to have him in the daytime as well as the night time. What was your Apollo without the sun? What was Icarus?

Safe, maybe. But his name would have gone unspoken.

You pulled your hero closer, and he took it as a sign to kneel above you. His tongue slipped into your mouth and an electric frisson began somewhere behind your eyes, somewhere down your spine. You hissed in pain as he tried to spread your legs, so he held them together for you, even as they shook like jello.

At first, he just slid between your thighs. Pressed so tight together, the slick between you hadn’t dried out all night. He fucked the tight, inviting pocket of your legs. He groaned, and the sight of him, brow furrowed and desperate, humping against you like he couldn’t get enough, all in the daylight for you made something click in your mind.

This was how it was supposed to be.

You were still so slick and open for him. You whined wordlessly until he got the message and pressed in once more. The empty feeling you didn’t know you had- it went away at once. 

“Fuck,” You whimpered, grabbing for his hand. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” His eyebrows flew up for a second, but only a second, and soon he entwined his fingers just as readily.

”Good?” He whispered, eyes golden and desperate, seeking a confirmation only you in the world could give to him. The freckles across his nose were a constellation, perfect and scattered like stardust. Your gaze slid across them as you took him in.

“So good, Keigo.” You nodded, “So, so good.”

When he had finished, he removed himself at once. He pressed your legs back, gently but insistently, and you allowed it as much as you could. The soreness would be a bitch today, you could already tell. But it was clear Keigo was interested in something. You were curious until his face neared your pussy, gaze hungry.

”Hey!” You snapped, pressing him back with your foot against his shoulder. He pouted, sticking his lip out as he rubbed his cheek against a dry part of your inner thigh. He’d had to move far up, around your knee to find a clean patch. It was easy to tell what he was thinking, at least for you. Your cheeks burned, and you attempted to close your thighs with a wince. “It’s all… gross!” You could smell the scent of the two of you- musky and pungent with last night and this morning’s release- heavy in the air.

He began to kiss his way down your leg, despite your protests, ”I don’t mind. I just wanna taste… please?” And it was always impossible not to give into those doe eyes. With a put-upon groan, you spread a little more for him, your feet planted back against the soft sheets. When he came to the creamy mess on your inner thigh, his tongue flicked out to taste, his eyes still peering up through his lashes, as if to gauge your reaction. However, this slightly smug show changed at once as his eyes rolled back and he gave a little moan. His tongue came out again, this time sweeping across the length of your soaked pussy, savoring it like he had tasted ambrosia.

”You’re so gross,” You whimpered, but you couldn’t look away from the sight. His head fit perfectly within the only position that didn’t make your muscles scream in protest. Keigo licked at you once more, mouth open, as if he was showing off what he was ‘cleaning up’. He seemed to wear the insult like a badge of honor. Those eyes of his were molten, lids lowered and like liquid heat. 

His mouth made the most obscene noises against you, slurping and sucking and smacking against your pussy. When he remembered to, he took breaks from enjoying his treat to flick his tongue against your clit, right up until you trembled and gasped and pulled at his hair- and then he would stop. You huffed at the unfairness, but it was far from a real complaint.

It was good, yes, when he finally tipped you over the edge. He sucked at your clit and moaned like he was feeling it himself when you did so. But it wasn’t what you would remember most from the day, not by a long shot. What mattered was the heat, the way he looked at you, the closeness and warmth you felt as his tongue was buried inside you, licking you out.

You showered together, then ate together, then curled up on the sofa together for a nice afternoon snooze. His wings spread around the two of you like the warmest, softest blanket. 

Nights came and went. You spent less and less time away at your own place, and when you came back, he always seemed expectant, eager to see you. Soon you spent more evenings entwined in the same way as before, with you warming his cock. 

You realized quickly that it had become just as much for you as it was for him. The nights that he was away on missions were now almost painful, and you felt the emptiness like nothing else before. You tossed and turned in the sheets, aching for something to fill you, aching for the sun’s warmth at 3am. You tried to sleep with toys inside of you a couple of times, but their inorganic stiffness hurt in ways you didn’t enjoy. There was nothing like falling asleep in any position with Keigo still inside of you. And, nothing soothed him quite like it. 

You didn’t realize how important it had gotten to the two of you until you’d woken up once in the middle of the night. He was soft inside you, and you pulled away with little fuss. He shifted slightly, but there was nothing besides that. You’d awoken with a full bladder and dry mouth. You hurried off to use the restroom, not bothering with any bottoms. You cleaned yourself up, happy to save yourself the mess in the morning. 

You were getting water when you heard it. You thought you imagined it at first. “Dove? Where are you?” You almost didn’t recognize it as Keigo’s voice at first. It was so- so small and pitiful, practically pathetic.

”I’m in the kitchen, baby, I’ll be right there.”

”Come baaaack,”  He whined, and it drew you over at once. He was a sight to behold. Keigo’s pout was visible in the yellow bathroom light. His hands were around his cock, squeezing and tugging himself up to hardness once more. “Why’d you leave?” His voice was thick and high with sleep, and he still seemed dazed and half out of it. He must have been, to squirm and plead like that.

“Was just getting water, honey- d’you have a nightmare?” You crawled back into bed, kneeling by him on your side.

He shook his head. “N- no, just woke up and was so cold and- and alone-” The words caught in his throat. He was so much more worked up and upset than you had expected. “Didn’t know where you had went-” And he was still touching his cock, almost holding it, like he was trying to regain that warmth.

“You want me back-” You looked pointedly at his cock. He nodded frantically, a distressed, warbly, little chirp escaping his mouth. “Oh, baby,” You cooed, saddling back up onto him. You were still wet and open enough from earlier, even though you had mopped up most of the external mess. “There you go,” He gave a little gasp as you slid back on. When you relaxed once more onto his chest, he clung to you tightly, the motion rocking his hips up into you, pressing deep against you.

“Don’t leave, dove,” He muttered, half-mindlessly in exhaustion and need. “Don’t leave me again, please- ‘t’s cold without you,” And his voice was so soft and pleading in your ear you could do little but nod.

You hushed him, running your hands through soft, blonde tufts, ”’M here, I’ve got you,” You nuzzled against his neck. “I’m not going anywhere, if you don’t want, baby. Get some sleep.”

Soon, the nervous coos and whines began to subside, and Keigo slipped back into unconsciousness with his cock still buried within you. You didn’t know what he’d say about this in the morning. You didn’t know what you’d say about this in the morning. But right now, Keigo was sweet, and soft, and bare, and it felt like the most natural thing in the world to keep him safe like that, inside of you. 

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A/N: credit to @ star-spirit-mayhem for the thoughts on cockwarming keigo :33 (I didn't want to tag them just in case they didn't want that lol, but i love all of their stuff abt keigo)

[skzdust]

Take From Me, Leave Nothing Left

SMUT. MINORS DNI.

This fic was an anonymous request (here)! Thank you to the requester and I hope you all like it! I had so much fun writing it teehee

Title is from "Hypnosis" by Sleep Token!

Summary: You've been texting Seonghwa all day, and when he gets home, he's about to show you how mean he can be.

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x afab Reader

Includes: overstimulation, nipple play, vibrators, dildos, gagging, needy texting, creampie, pleaseeeee practice safe sex irl!

Word count: 1.7k

Taglist (Comment on a post/send an ask if you'd like to be added): @weirdowithaphone, @caught-in-the-afterglow, @palindrome969, @skzstan12345, @katsukis1wife,

@hyunjinsjeans, @somethingkindazainy, @silverstarburst, @atzlordz,

Network:@mirohs-aurora-society

Reblogs, likes, comments all appreciated!!!

Masterlist

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11:34am, Feb 02

You: Hiii Hwa Seonghwa 💕: Hello my love =) You: When are you going to be homeeeeee Seonghwa 💕: I have a full day my love Seonghwa 💕: There is much dancing to be done You: :( Seonghwa 💕: I’ll be home soon enough, I promise, darling You: You’d better Seonghwa 💕: xx

1:43pm, Feb 02

You: Can you hurry up with the dancing Seonghwa 💕: We’re dancing so fast, my love You: Please? Seonghwa 💕: Just be patient for a few more hours for me, doll You: Idk I really want your cock You: But I’ll try Seonghwa 💕: Good girl xx

3:57pm, Feb 02

You: Hwa, please, need you Seonghwa 💕: You NEED me? You: Yes, I do Seonghwa 💕: Patience is a virtue, doll You: Okay, but getting railed within an inch of my life is also a virtue Seonghwa 💕: That doesn’t make sense You: Please? Seonghwa 💕: I’ll be home soon, promise You: Okay, hurry back Seonghwa 💕: I’ll do my best, love

5:41pm, Feb 02

You: You going to be home soon? Seonghwa 💕: Wrapping things up now, shouldn’t be more than a few minutes! You: THANK GOD You: Was considering pulling out the vibrator Seonghwa 💕: Wow Seonghwa 💕: Didn’t know you were disobedient as well as needy. You: I’m not disobedient, you didn’t say anything about the vibrator :) You: What’s a girl to do when her man’s not here to fuck her? Seonghwa 💕: Just be ready for me when I’m home.

The door creaked open, and you practically jumped up from where you were sitting on the couch, scrolling through something on your phone. “Seonghwa!”

“Hi, baby.” He didn’t look at you, locking the door behind him and setting his bag down. “Someone’s been needy today, haven’t they?”

You swallowed, already hungry for whatever he had planned. “Yeah, I have.”

He still didn’t look at you, walking into the kitchen to get himself a glass of water. “Bothering me while I’m at work.”

“I’m sorry, Hwa.”

He laughed. “Don’t lie to me, you’re not sorry.”

“I just want you.” You mumbled.

“I know.” He took a sip, finally turning around to face you. “So you’re going to get me. You’re going to get a punishment.”

“A punishment?”

“Mhm.” He tilted his head a bit. “And it was a busy day for me, so I think I deserve someone— something— to take my stress out on, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, of course.” You breathed.

He smiled, that big grin like sunshine. “Perfect, then, baby.” He jerked his head towards the bedroom. “Go.”

You scrambled to stand up and get to the bedroom, getting your clothes off and thrown into a pile in the corner. You laid yourself out on the bed, your lingerie giving you the extra bit of confidence you needed to feel really sexy.

Seonghwa walked into the room like the wolf who knew he had the bunny cornered. You could feel your pulse quicken.

He smiled, all teeth. “Aw, look at you, all ready for me.”

“Yeah.” You sighed.

He leaned over you, tangling his fingers in the straps crisscrossing your chest, taking a moment to admire how they looked on your skin before he yanked towards himself, pulling you up off the bed. You struggled to get your hands under you. “Hwa!”

“Sir.” He said, looking at you darkly. “You know to address me as sir. Don’t make that mistake again.”

“Yes, sir.” You nodded quickly.

He let go, pushing you back onto the bed. “Hands and knees.”

You obeyed his command, getting yourself into position and looking over your shoulder.

“Fuck.” Seonghwa groaned. “So pretty.”

Your breath caught as he moved to the dresser, pulling out your collection of sex toys. He selected a big vibrator and walked back over. “You want this?”

“Yes, sir.”

He laughed, mumbling something to himself as he walked back over to you. He helped you take your lacy underwear off, throwing them aside with the rest of your clothes. You inhaled as you felt the vibrator touch your entrance. Seonghwa teased you with it for a little bit, then, without warning, shoved it inside.

Seonghwa was usually one for foreplay, teasing you till you were soaked, working you up slowly. Starting with just a finger before moving onto a bigger dildo, and then finally his cock. But it seemed today he was down to business as he switched the vibrator onto its highest setting and began to ruthlessly fuck you with it.

You made a sound that might’ve been a moan or a squeak or something in between, your arms shaking at the effort of keeping you up. Seonghwa kept on going, and he started talking. “You know, you talk a lot of game for someone who can barely stay in the position I’ve asked you to. You’d think that after all of your talk and neediness you’d be able to withstand a little more than one vibrator.”

“I can!” You moaned. “I can take it, sir.”

“Oh, can you?” He teased. “Can you take more?”

“Yes!”

He leaned over you and started to play with one of your nipples. “I’m gonna overstimulate you until you’re sobbing and begging me to stop, baby. And then I’m going to keep going.”

Your mouth dropped open in a long moan, and you arched back against him.

“Yeah? You like the sound of that?” His voice was almost soft.

“Yes.” You whined.

“Good girl.” He whispered, just loud enough to be heard over the buzzing of the vibrator.

His pace suddenly turned from fast to punishing, and his hand worked harder at your nipple, overwhelming you with stimulation. It wasn’t long until you were coming with a moan, your legs shaking.

He pulled the vibrator out and pushed you down onto your front before rolling you onto your back. His eyes surveyed your form. “Beautiful, but I need you looking a bit more debauched.”

You smiled, your mind in a bit of a post-orgasm haze. “How do you intend to do that?”

“I intend to fuck your face and your pussy at the same time.”

Your head tilted back with a groan. “Fuck, Seong-sir.” You caught yourself just in time.

He ignored your near slip-up but for a twitch of his lips. “Open your legs.”

You did., opening your mouth too.

“I would tell you you’re a good girl, but you’re just taking a punishment, so doing what’s expected of you doesn’t deserve all that much respect, wouldn’t you agree?”

Before you could respond, Seonghwa pushed the vibrator he’d just been fucking you with into your mouth, muffling a noise from you. The silicone had a strange, nearly bitter taste in your mouth, and you could taste yourself all over it. He repositioned himself, getting in a good place so he could start to fuck you with two fingers at the same time as he was fucking your face. Thankfully, he didn’t turn the vibrator on, but the act was dirty enough that your entire body felt like it was on fire. You shut your eyes, settling into the sensations.

He laughed, a low sound. “Fucking slut. Do you like that? Does that feel good to you?”

You nodded, moaning as he shallowly fucked your mouth.

“Of course it does.” He continued. “You would like being treated like this.”

This continued for a while, and then he went back to the drawer to retrieve more toys, this time a gag and an even bigger dildo.

He strapped the gag onto your face, pulling on it a few times to make sure it wasn’t going anywhere, and then began to fuck you with the dildo. “Look at you, taking it like a whore. That’s all you’re good for, isn’t it? My little fucktoy.”

You moaned as much as the gag would allow. You were starting to get overwhelmed, all of the sensations so potent. You could feel every nerve in your body so strongly, especially the ones between your legs.

You weren’t ready to start begging, yet. It was still on the positive side of strong, not quite edging into overstimulation just yet.

But it hit that point quickly when Seonghwa slid a couple of fingers in beside the dildo, stretching you even wider. You moaned a few times, pointing at the gag to show him you needed to tell him something. He paused for a moment to undo the straps.

“Sir, it’s— it’s so much— it’s too much.”

He studied your face for a moment before his mouth spread into a smile. “No, it’s not, not yet.”

You watched as he undid his belt and took off his pants and boxers, letting his cock free.

You let out a breath looking at it. Seonghwa still had to get off, and leave it to him to get you as sensitive as possible before doing so.

He lined himself up and smirked at you before pushing inside. “Fuck, slut, you’re so tight, you feel so good.”

He let both of you adjust for just a moment before starting to fuck you, his hips snapping back and forth into you. His mouth fell open as he fucked you, mumbling things in your ear. “You feel so good around me”, “such a good fucktoy”. You shivered and moaned with every degrading name and the sensations he gave you with them. He started playing with your nipples again, and your moans turned into whines. It was so overwhelming, you were so overstimulated, but it felt so good, he felt so good.

His thrusts became more erratic, more stuttering, and his hips pushed forward one last time as you felt an unmistakable warmth filling you. You loved it when he came inside, claimed you as his.

He fell limp, and you rolled onto your side, curling into him. His arms wrapped around you, and you thought if you didn’t have to, you’d never move.

But, of course, that wasn’t the case, and after a few moments Seonghwa gently kissed your hair. “Okay, baby, let’s get in the shower.”

“But ‘m cozy.” You grumbled.

“You’ll be even cozier once you’re clean.” He pulled out slowly, his cum spilling all over the sheets. “And we need clean sheets, too.”

“You’re right, you’re right.” You sighed.

“And then we can cuddle after.” He smiled.

“Yes please.” You smiled back. “Love you, Seonghwa.”

“Love you too, baby.”

[arsheyee]

New smut: LADS!!! Cockwarming with MC

Hi y’all!…. Currently I am working on my book! It is going to be a supernatural crime thriller. This is my second Love and Deep space at writing because I am obsessed with the game…. Hope you all enjoy it ✌️💕

The first one is one the boys waking you up with an oral. Check it out!

(Ignore the spelling mistakes and grammar wrote this all night)

The title is inspired by one of my fantasies (🥲 nights are lonely when you have been single all your life and you read smut)

NOTE!!! ‼️ Everything written is consensual between both parties and has been discussed before or it has happened before. ‼️

Warnings ⚠️: cockwarming (obvi), mxf, slight somnophilia (totally consensual and discussions are had prior because we stan CONSENT), exhibitionism (Zayne’s part), wet dreams, mentions of oral sex (freceiving!), P IN THE V, spanking (Sylus’s part),etc,etc… (lol I forgot at this point**)

Synopsis:HEADCANNONS!!! How the LADS boys react to you wanting cockwarming…

Parings!: Xavier X FMC!, Zayne X FMC!, Raphael X FMC!, Sylus X FMC!, Caleb X FMC!

—————————NSFW CUT—————————

Xavier:

The sunlight peeked into the room from the small crack in the satin white curtains. It show directly on Xavier’s eyes making him wince and rub them. The wind gently blew the curtains apart .

“Too early," He mumbled burying his head in your plush boobs. You never wore a bra while sleeping and the morning cold wind made your nipples hard.

It was far too early for either of you to even think of waking up but your cute nipples were poking out your satin slip dress and you'd been making sweet noises in your sleep like state was making it hard for Xavier to go back to sleep. He was now half awake because of his morning wood (He blamed it completely on you later by the way).

“Xavi you are poking me…” you murmured in his ear

“Yeah, I'm sorry." He yawned looking down at you rubbing his eyes, you smirked back up at him and then shook your head.

“I'm too tired, maybe we can just warm each other up? It’s quite cold today" You suggested it before and Xavier loved it. Whenever you were both too lazy or too worn out from your missions to have sex and just wanted to be close to one another you would just do cockwarming. Today wasn’t any different.

“That works bunny, turn over." You rolled back to face the bedroom door and he tugged down the panties.

“Did you have good dreams? You are really wet.” He sleep tilt made an observation as he ran his fingers over your dripping folds. You whimpered as you felt him move closer to you and put his tip where inside your needy hole. You began clenching around nothing and he let out a sleepy chuckle seeing you this way.

“So needy bunny, I thought you were tired for sex?" He whispered in your ear, kissing down your neck as he slowly plunged into you from behind. You let out a squeak and grasped onto the sheets as his dick stretched your cunt.

“Xavi…" You breathed out the hearth you’d been holding after he was all of the way inside of you. You could never get used to his size but you both snuggled down together while staring at the wall blankly. You enjoyed the semi hardness of his cock and the occasional lazy thrusts making you hum in response.

“Bunny, you feel so good." He knew what he was doing. He knew that if he whispered in your ear long enough and kissed down your neck it won’t take long till he was fucking you in the mattress till you were sore.

Xav-Xavi," You whimpered as his slow thrusts gradually became more erratic and deeper.

“Sorry bunny, just trying to get comfortable." He lied biting down and sucking on your sweet spot.

“Just fuck me already Xavier!” You yell finally having enough of his games. You stayed in the same position but he lifted one of your legs up and hooked it over his arm.

He panted darkly looking into your eyes loosing any shrewd of self control and his thrust began to get rougher, fucking up into you and grunting into the base of your neck as he tried to keep himself quiet. He won’t have the neighbours complain like last time when he fucked you against the window (yes I know a night of secrecy references, heh 😏)

“Argh, shit bunny," Xavier moaned (yes moaned! He is a moaner.. 😆) when he felt you clench around him, your hands travelled down to your sensitive clit and you began to rub yourself while moaning out Xavier’s name louder and louder with every thrust.

“Fuck yes, Xavi right there." Your head turned to look at him as he smiled down at you. He knew how you enjoyed shallow thrusts that fucking hit right into your hilt. Your orgasm starting to build in the pit of your stomach.

“You close?" He egged you on, rolling his hips slowing down a little, only to pick up the movement again when you let out a whine of protest. He moaned in your ear knowing how much it turns you on. And he felt that as you nipples perked up becoming harder than before needing some attention. He pinched them making you squeal and clench around tighter. He let out a surprised moan when you clench around him.

“Xavi please," You begged hands moving to grip onto the sheets around you. Your whole body was on fire and that coil in your stomach was threatening to snap at any second now.

"Stop clenching like that - ugh fuck - not fair bunny— I won’t last at this rate," He loud out a loud moan. You giggled as you felt the vein under side of his cock twitch inside of you. You purposely clenched around him knowing that it’ll make him loose all inhibition.

“Cum then Xavi” your breathy moans made him shut his eyes trying to control not to give in to your cheeky attempts to get him to cum.

“You first Bunny." He smiled holding your leg higher so he could reach a deeper angle. At this point, you practically screamed out his name when he did this and he chuckled sucking on your neck.

"Cum for my Little Bunny, just like a it...Good little bunny." He praised you knowing your little praise kink would make you orgasm.

And oh boy it was successful. You felt the all-too-familiar feeling of your orgasm crash upon you. Finally Xavier was satisfied to let go ride out his orgasm until it sent him over the edge of his and he spilt on your stomach.

“Sorry but I want to raise bunnies for now. We are too busy to have children that’ll call me papa Xavier” He pouted.

His innocent comment made you laugh your heart out. You giggled once he is morning wood problem was taken care off. He pulled the sheets to cover the both of you, snuggling right in your arms as you pet his head.

“I love mornings with you my Xavi.”

He smiled once again burying his head in your chest falling asleep.

“Hey don’t sleep again!”

(He wants 5-6 kids just giving information….😶 for those who need it. Don’t look at me he said it in an interview)

Zayne:

Zayne woke up when he felt you moving around and he let out a low grunt when he felt you shift a little too much his hands clamped onto your waist to stop you from moving and in your sleepy state you whined out.

“Stop it! Stop moving around sweetheart.” He grumbled irritated that his head was hurting. The floor lights in the hotel room made him wince.

“Feels good." You whispered pushing your hips back and moaning when you felt him buck his hips a little, Zayne tried to pull out but let out a groan (Groaner guys we have a groaner alert 😅) when he felt you contract around his semi hard dick.

“Zay-Zayne," You whimpered feeling him push back inside of you. Now you were fully awake and looking over your shoulder at him. Memories of the night before came flooding back to you and you giggled, you both had gotten so drunk that he couldn’t even walk and ended up falling asleep not even two minutes into sex and you must have just stayed that way. (Another reference to night of secrecy)

“Don't pull out Zayne," You whispered liking the feeling of having him there and he couldn't lie to himself, he enjoyed feeling you around him as well. It was warm and spongy inside like a glove for his cock.

“You want to just keep it inside you and not move?" He questioned in is usual stoic face and you nodded smiling at him.

“It's called cockwarming Zayne...It's like…uhh…a more intimate version of spooning." He chuckled as you explained it to him and you giggled as he moved closer to you.

His chest pressed against your back and you smiled feeling him deep inside of you. You clenched when you heard the door rattle. Damn you forgot that you have a party with his friends from his promotion as head surgeon, they were sleeping in the adjoining room. His cock also twitched in response to the rattling at the same time.

“Scared they'll walk in?” You smirked teasing him deliberately clenching around him again

(You have no idea how much I wanted to put “ScAreD PoTteR” for this line 😂)

He liked the thought of getting walked I’m on both of you getting fucked and worried about them at the same time,

It wasn't as though you'd never fucked outside, rather it was what you both liked. You both loved the thrill of getting caught. That’s why you had done it once in the car, in the janitor’s closet, etc…

But this was a little different. They were people you knew that feeling was different from strangers. And it was more exciting that they were right next door, with proper no lock to keep them from bursting in and the walls were paper thin.

You don't want them to seeing you getting fucked into the mattress sweetheart?" He pulled until he was almost all of the way out. Nothing but his tip was inside of you and then he slammed his length back into you making your back arch as you let out a whine.

Your eyes widen in surprise. Zayne wasn’t the type to show PDA in front of his friends that’s why they never stopped you from hanging around with them. And this little ‘stunt’ he was pulling was a really surprising to you.

“Careful sweetheart, they could walk in any minute." He put his hand over your mouth and you let out a giggle of excitement.

You loved whenever Zayne decided to get this way. His boldness surprised even you. He lifted your leg up into the air and began to thrust into you all while making sure his eyes were trained on the door.

“If they walk in-nnn I wa-wa-want you to hold eye contact-ahh? L-l-l-let them-mmmph know-ahh who's fucking me this good!" You panted moaning in between your words. He looked at you grunting in response. You place his palm again on your mouth not trusting that you’ll scream. He chuckled at this action of yours and fuck into you at a faster and rougher pace.

You hand dropped down to touch your clit and pinched your nipples. You were still clothed and the restricting nature of the fabrics made it feel as if you are tied up.

Close." Was all you could say from behind his hand and he grunted feeling you clenched around his throbbing cock.

"You're so fucking tight." He whispered into your ear making you shiver. You loved his soft yet rough voice while having sex.

As he continued to pump in and out of your sopping cunt making your muffled moans grow louder. They filled up his hand echoing softly in the room. His friends in the other room were long forgotten once you felt the pit in your stomach begin to deepen when you felt your fast approaching orgasm.

Zayne!" You panted feeling yourself getting closer and closer to release but the his friends were getting louder in the other room.

"Forget them baby, cum for me." He whispered in your ear grunting out your name when he felt you clench around him.

He continued to fuck into you through your high until he could no longer hold is back and he split into you. Your hands were gripping onto his arms as you let out small whines while coming down from your high, trembling from the aftershocks.

If you two are done, we'll meet you downstairs for breakfast." you heard his friend call through the door he groaned and rolled over to face you, only to find you smirking back at him.

The room is empty...so Round 2?" He laughed at your insatiable hunger for him. You strut your hips heading into the shower tempting him with every sway.

“Oh for love of god you are going to kill me one day babygirl” he said following you into the shower.

(I can’t wait to get the comments for this part I wrote considering this personality is so unlike Zayne’s 😇)

Raphael:

(You telling me these eyes don’t scream sub boy? You are the blind one girl!)

It was a stupid bet that Raphael had made with Xavier and you went along with it. (Yes Xavier because in my mind they are bffs for life. You know how much restraint it takes not to write a mxfxm of them both) Who could go the longest without having sex with their partner but you were starting to get annoyed with Raphael that you'd been needy all week, like a damn bitch in heat (ovulating maybe) and he was still trying to win this stupid bet that meant nothing. There was nothing involved except the winner got to know that they were better than the loser. It had been a week with no sex and normally it was Raphael that got moody but tonight it was you.

“Look I asked Xav and he said that the rules don't exclude cockwarming," You stared at Raphael as he casually threw into the conversation that he'd been talking to him about how you'd been needy all week. You folded your arms on your chest.

“You’ve been talking to Xav about me being needy haven’t you?” You raise your eyebrow angrily tapping your arm.

“He said his girlfriend has been too! I didn't think it was a big deal." He grumbled.If you weren't so needy for his attention you would have walked away from him pissed.

But the thought of just having him inside of you again drove you wild. You gasped as you sank down onto him on the living room sofa and his hands held onto your waist.

“Fuck Raph." You hissed feeling him fill you up for the first time in over a week and he let out a whimper. That made you snicker.

“You're so tight." He whined at his words and playfully hit his chest.

“Maybe if you fucked me I wouldn't be so tight." He laughed at you. The vibration making you let out small gasps. He let put a whimper as you moved around to get comfortable

"D-Don't move, fuck baby." Raphael moaned biting down on his lip and throwing his head back.

“Like this?" You slowly rose up only to fall back down and you felt his dick twitch inside of you making you giggled watching the way his face. His eyebrow knitted up as he shut his eyes trying to control himself.

“Baby, I'll lose the bet." You smirked riding him slowly and looking at him. You run your hands through your top unhooking your bra and taking it off before throwing it away on the floor. He could see your hard perky nipples through your skin hugging too.

“See something you are missing out on?” You grinned leaning in forward so he feels your nipples on his chest.

“Baby you aren’t playing fair. I am gonna lose at this rate.” He moaned, his whimpers turning into moans as you slowly move up and down his throbbing length.

“What's better? The bet or me?" His eyes opened and he met your gaze. He could see your cheekily signature smile you give when you were winning against him.

"Fuck the bet," He groaned spinning you around so you were laid on the sofa, he lifted your legs over his shoulder and buried himself deep inside of you. Your nails dragged down his chest as you felt him hit you where you'd been needing him most all week.

“Raph right there!" You panted and he smirked pulling out of you and thrusting back in a rough manner. Your back arched away from the faux leather sofa and crying out his name.

“You like this huh?" Your body shook as he continued to pound into you, picking up the pace as he went along with it and your hands gripped clawing onto his biceps.

“Ahh! Fuck baby! That hurts!” He hissed out. He knew how much you liked marking him with your nails and teeth. Last time he had switch to wear a turtle neck last minute for his art show just because you had given him hickeys all over his neck.

“Gonna cum," You stuttered clenching around him. His hand went down to your clit rubbing circles around it. He brought up his fingers to taste your arousal licking it clean. His thrusts grew faster after that as if he had an energy drink.

“Baby I love your taste let me eat you out after this please okay?” He whimpered needy to taste you again.

You let out a breathy laugh hearing his request.

“I never say no to you Raph. Especially not for this” you moaned as out as his cock throbbed inside of you hinting to his climax approaching.

The wave of white washed over you and you closed your eyes tightly as you bucked your hips cumming around him. He let out a low whimper as he felt you contract around him he fell into his own orgasm with you and spilt into your chest making you giggle as his cum fell on the sofa. You purposely licked his cum of your breasts, dragging your fingers over it smearing it on your torso.

“Tasty” you licked your lips smirking as he swat your ass blushing.

(There is a reason why you and this man are going to have 13 little fish babies. Because you can never get enough of a man whimpering… 🫦 😩)

Sylus:

The movie was boring and you were bored of waiting for Sylus to give you attention. He'd promised you he'd give you some earlier. But instead, he dragged you around to the to visit the twins instead which lead to all of you sitting on the sofa and watching movies. You'd been sitting on Sylus’s lap the whole time and you could feel him getting hard, slowly beneath you but you knew he wouldn't do anything about it.

“I'll be right back," You whispered to Sylus, you took off the blanket that was covered you and walked towards the bathroom. You sigh looking at yourself in the mirror. Suddenly an idea struck in your head that was probably going to get you into trouble.

Mostly because Sylus is going to hate it. You bit your lip smiling cheekily at your reflection. Your inner slut was rolling around enjoying every moment. You kicked out your panties from user your skirt. You knew exactly what to do to get your own way and you knew the torture to give him for making you wait all day for him.

You went back into the living room and sat back on Sylus’s lap. He instantly knew what you'd done because he could feel the wet patch seeping through his sweatpants. His erection few bigger and bigger as you squirm around.

"Y/n...here?" You pulled the blanket over you again and smiled at twins who were on the other side of the sofa from you.

“Cold." You lied tugging down Sylus's sweats just a little and lining him up at your dripping slit.

If anyone was to look over it would just look like you were getting comfortable on his lap but you sank yourself down onto his length and let bit down on your lip to stop yourself from moaning out his name when you felt him reach your hilt.

“You okay boss?” The twins asked as they heard him grunt. he nodded at them and grabbed your hips to try to get you to move a little. But you stayed in place knowing how much he hated cockwarming and how desperately he needed you. You were being extremely bratty and were probably going to get punished later but you didn’t care. This was revenge for promising you a good fuck but making you watch this boring movie with the twins.

“You'll only make your punishment worse later, right now you're up to 15 spanks." He growled in your ear, the music on the film got louder and you lifted up and down once before hearing him grunt once more.

“How much till I make that to 25?” You smirked not caring about later because right now you were having fun being the one in charge. You were never incharge and having the upper hand over Sylus ment everything to you.

You’d needed him all day and having him buried deep inside of you like this felt so good. You didn't care that the twins were in the room and you didn't care that Sylus was coming up with ways to punish you later. You just missed the feeling of being full and stuffed with his cock. It was torture for Sylus to not be able to fuck your brains out right here on the sofa not having a care in the world.

“Feel good being full? You're not getting any for the next month baby girl." He whispered as the credits began rolling.

“I think we're gonna stay here tonight, Y/n's really tired." The twins all wished you both goodnight leaving the room to head to their rooms. The minute they stepped out, Sylus flipped you on your back, ripping the blanket off you. As he was already inside you, it made it easier for him to start pounding your pretty little cunt almost immediately.

“You think it was funny? Sitting on me like that in front of them?" You gripped onto the corner of the sofa and cry out as he relentlessly fucked into your sopping wet hole.

“Why are you acting like a little slut today hmm?” Can’t bear without staying off my cock for even one day. You are that addicted to my dick?” He hissed on your ear biting it (Sylus and his biting habit hehe 😗).

“Are you?!" You nodded desperately and he chuckled pulling out of you, flipping on your stomach pulling your hips up so your ass was in the air. He smacked it making you yelp.

“You better enjoy this then kitten cause you're not getting stuffed for at least another month." He pushed into you and without giving you any second to adjust to the new angle he began thrusting in and out of you while pulling your hair into a tight ponytail. You couldn't think of any words to say your brain had a fog over it, all you could think about was cumming and it wouldn't be long.

“Look at you kitten so desperate for my cock all the time.” The familiar tightness was happening in your stomach and you let out a moan to let Sylus know it was fast approaching. You reached down to rub you clit he seat you hand away angrily

“You don’t get to touch ‘My Pussy’ got it?”. He barked out biting your fingers and licking even the slightest it on essence.

“Cum for me kitten," He chuckled reaching down and rubbing your clit aggressively. He splayed his palm on your stomach making you squeal as you felt him in every inch of your gummy walls. He hit spots you didn’t know you had.

“Shit kitten, you're making a mess all over the sofa." He laughed pulling out and looking as your juices dripped down onto the fur. It’s gonna stain but you didn’t care. You wanted to cum.

"I am not finished kitten." You were about to question him when he thrust back into your oversensitive pussy and you whimpered, your hands gripping the fur as you tried not to cry from the pleasure he was giving you. You pussy was queefing at this point the way he thrust it you.

“Damn kitten my little cunt can queef too. I didn’t know that. Here that? She knows who her Daddy is.” His dirty mouth only made you blush more your cheeks becoming hit with each dirty thing he whisper in your ear.

“Cum right now kitten” he grunted as his thrusts grew sloppy, intending to his nearing climax. With a final thrust he came all over your back as you slumped against the sofa.

“Now time for the punishment of the stunt you pulled kitten.”

Colour?" He questioned wanting to make sure you were still okay to go.

“Green." You panted loving the way he was making you feel and he smirked before sitting on the sofa letting out a huff. He put you across his knee, spanking your ass.

“Count kitten. You have earned 25 of these." You knew you were in for a long night and you knew it.

(DADDY SYLUS MARRY MEEEE!!! 👹 👹👹)

Caleb:

Caleb had tried to be quiet when he came in from work but he was stressed at something that had gone wrong at the airbase and all he wanted to do was get home and fuck you for it. You did things like that all of the time if he had a stressful day at the airbase you would let him come home and make himself feel better with your body. (You didn’t have much choice since he handcuffed you up) .

But it was 3 in the morning and he knew you would be fast asleep in bed by the time he got in and you were. There you were laid out on the bed in nothing but a white slip dress that hugged your curved. The dress rode up to reveal your pink lace thong that was doing little to cover your slit. Caleb grumbled at the sight of you and felt his hard-on get worse. He'd been thinking about you all evening and got so hard that he had to let one rip in the bathroom. But that didn’t help because he has just yelled at one of his subordinates for a silly mistake. He was on the edge all evening and could wait to fuck his anger out.

He shuffled onto the bed beside you and tried to ignore his “problem” but it became increasingly aware to him that he couldn't ignore it with you next to him. Not only were you irresistible to him but you were moaning in your sleep and humping onto the pillow between your thighs. It must have been a damn good dream because the pillow had patched on multiple places. Or maybe you enjoyed yourself in the evening too? He didn’t care all he could think of is stuffing inside you.

“Fuck." He grunted watching as your hips moved up and down as though you were being fucked in your dream. He ran his hands down your body to see how you would react and you let out a soft moan. It wasn't something that hadn't happened before. He had woken you up with an oral. It was nothing new in our relationship and it had all been discussed before, you were both fine with it.

He undid his belt and zipper letting his erection spring free. He sigh as the cool air in the room hit his throbbing length.

He spit on his hand getting some lube to gave his cock a few pumps before shifting your panties to the side. He then ran his fingers over your wet folds letting out a groan at how wet you were.

“Dammit baby… it must be a good dream that you are this wet” he smirked rubbing his cock on your folds enjoying the wetness that dripped on his dick. It must have been a really good dream but the moment you felt Caleb near your cunt you began to rock back and forth subconsciously whimpering.

“Damn fuck!" Caleb grunted his hands falling on your waist as you continued to rock on his dick in between your folds. He wasn’t even inside you and yet he felt that he would nut right then and there. He kissed down your neck before slowly pushing himself inside of you. Your rocking stopped and he grunted at how perfect you fit around him. He felt proud that he’d fucked you enough for your pussy to know the shape of his cock. You fit around him like a velvet glove. So warm, soft and spongy. He couldn’t help but want to sit there.

“Caleb?," You whispered finally waking up when you felt the foreign feeling of something inside of you. He couldn't tell if you were annoyed at him or not, so he began to apologise and slowly pull out but you whined in protest.

Sorry baby I just-"

"No, feels good...Just don't move. it feels perfect and full and complete" You mumbled in a half sleep state smiling at him and he pushed back into you. Holding his dick deep inside of you while you turned your head up to face him. He kissed you sweetly and you smile giggling softly.

“Bad day at the base?" You questioned, both of you sitting there as if having him inside of you was a normal thing. It was like a moment when you cuddled together when you came home after your mission. Like that moment.

“New recruits came in today. Hate them. They have no sense of flying at all." You hummed in response stifling a laugh.

“Don’t laugh baby! It’s hard to deal with idiot questions you know and plus the thoughts of you I’m bed weren’t making things easy for me either” he complained leaning his head like a puppy (like the a damn puppy he is) on your head pouting.

“You want to make yourself feel better?" You questioned, thinking he would want to roughly fuck you like he always did but he shook his head which was a little surprising to you.

“No, this...This feels better, being this close. Feels warm…" He whispered snuggling down beside you but keeping himself buried deep inside of you. He brushed the hair out of your face and ran his fingers up and down your arms.

“What were you dreaming about?" You hummed and continued to talk to one another as though this was just a daily occurrence, to sit with your boyfriend's dick inside of you and not do anything about it.

“Oh just the little rendezvous we had at your office. We almost got caught and didn’t finish” His hips bucked at the thought of he fucking you in his office and you giggled as he let out a low grunt at the memory. You’d gone over to surprise him for lunch at his office and then ended up on bent over his desk getting fucked from behind and he forgot that the room wasn’t soundproofed completely that time. No one saw you except that one new recruit that walked in without knocking the door thinking Caleb was alone. Caleb hated new recruits and after that incident he hated them more.

“Don't remind me," He grumbled. He let out a soft chuckle as you yawned and your eyes barely even able to stay open.

"Goodnight baby," He whispered kissing your neck and getting comfy behind inside you.

(Caleb is fluffy in this okay? We have had enough of the whole red flag version. But the new one is gonna feature him as a yandere boy)

[ysrjune]

I wrote half of this at 2am bc I wanted to write but i didnt know what to write so im going to my favorite thing and going for baby daddy scott 🥹 "i luv men" — @lovethestarrs #🌹🩷🍒

sooo inspired by my bby bunny 💕🥹

others: reader and scott are in their early 20s. dont like? dont interact! / if you are above or are 18 and read, its fine! you dont have to interact in any other way. not proof-read.. um beware of SMUT 😥😥😥 #freakydeaky Ok. lets start.

"no!" scott's little boy refused to eat a piece of broccoli. "why not? your sisters eating it." scott replied, trying to shove the veggie into his sons mouth. scott was #blessed with twins. he for some reason thought it was karma for fighting with his twin all the time. "if he doesnt wanna eat it then dont make him, hes just gonna throw a tantrum." you tell your ex-boyfriend while drying a bottle.

scott and you were on and off all the damn time. it felt everyone confused. its been like this since you were 7 months pregnant. "why do you keep taking him back?! hes a piece of shit!" your bestfriend constantly complained. "I dunno.. hes hot?" you shrug. "girl you are so stupid." your bestfriend rolled her eyes while she bounced your son on her knee.

"hes gotta be healthy, babe." no matter if you're together or not, he still calls you by those sort of petnames. "our little boy is gonna make us rich some day." he jokes, still fighting with the 5 year old for him to eat the green bush. "isnt that right, baby?" scott sticks his tongue out. "no daddy." the little boy, junior shook his head. yes your sons name is scott, just like his dad, and you still cant believe it. thats what happens when you end uo having twins that are boy and girl, and you let the dad name your son while you named the girl.

"right," scott rolls his eyes and looks over to his other baby, cassandra. "you? you wanna make mommy and daddy filthy rich?" he asks. cassy laughs and pokes her fathers cheek. "yes daddy! soo rich." she claps. "can we have a doggy when that happens?" she asks. "yes, anything you want as long as you buy us a big house and dont put us into an old folks home." you tell cassy and grab her. "whats that?" she asks about the home. "nothing, cutie. go play with the new dolls that daddy bought you." you put her on the ground and she did as you said. scott gave up trying to make junior eat, so he let him go too.

"callin' me daddy but you wont let me take you out on a date?" he makes that face he does when he wants to get on your nerves (a dumb smile with his eyebrows raised) "shut up, you're a weirdo." you dont even look at him. "come onnnn. we've been like this since we were 17. lets just stop breaking up and finally stay together." he suggests, standing up in front of you. "yeah, when junior becomes a pro tennis player" junior likes soccer.

scott didnt stop trying to charm you the whole afternoon. to make him shut up, before he left with the babies, you finally gave in and said yes to a date on the weekend. "cool. see you later, baby." he steals a kiss. the twins giggle and say goodbye to you with kisses and hugs. oh you were definitely gonna call your bestfriend about your date this weekend.

"look at my beautiful girl." scott caresses your cheek. he took you to a fast food place for dinner and to a forzen yogurt place for dessert. you were cool with it because thats what you wanted to do, and he was fine with that. hes taken you out to nice places many times, so its not like he only ever takes you to a burger joint. "you want something out of me." you glare at him.

scott sighs and rests his head against the headrest. "yeah. I do," he turns his head over to you. "but im not gonna force you to do anything with me. you dont even have to look at me if you dont wanna.'' he holds your hand. "we have two kids together. we should be together." "I know in the past I used you and I was an asshole, but I changed. I wanna see your face in the morning when I wake up. I wanna put my kids to sleep in the same house that you're in. I wanna be a family."

"you are such a liar." "if thats what you think, you're wrong, but im not going to sit here and tell you that you're crazy for accusing me of lying. i know ive lied about that before and I am so sorry. that was stupid and ignorant. its because of me that my babies don't have their parents at the same time everyday, and here i am complaining about it." scott sighs. "y/n, please. this isnt about me wanting to have sex with you in my car right now.." you give him a look. "well, entirely." there he was. "sweetie, please? i want to be a dad. a real dad."

"scott, you are a real dad." "you know what I mean." he nervously rubs his hands up and down his thighs. "im not asking you to let me move in and move all fast with this. I just want another chance at being your boyfriend and being with my family." you sigh, taking all this into consideration. it took him two hours to actually convince you. to really prove it (a stupid way to put it, but its a big deal) he didn't try anything. he didnt touch you inappropriately. he pulled you in for a long, warm hug.. but you did makeout.. can anyone blame you? hes gorgeous!

over the past few months, scott was over almost all the time now. when hes not there, its because hes working, or hes visiting his brother and mom. the kids were happy, he was happy.. you were happy. he asked you to be his girlfriend the official way. your favorite candy, drink, and with a bouquet of flowers. he also kept his word. scott wasnt a bad father, he just wasnt always around you when he had the twins. now, he actually included you in things. taking you to his moms house again like he used to, going out to eat with the kids, sometimes the beach or like a carnival.. the point is that he's succeeding in making his family a real family.

"cassy, can you tell mommy to come out really quick, please?" he asks, sitting on the couch with his computer on his lap and glasses on. cassy drags you out of bed, whining. "dad needs youuu!" she leads you by the finger to the living room of your apartment. "go to the room with junior." you tell cassy as you sit with scott. "what do you want? its 8 in the morning." "i need help with emailing this company that wants me to work with them." scott was in his pjs, underneath a warm blanket. he "moved in" by this time, he just didnt sleep your bed. scott notices how tired and cold you look, but he really did need help. so he pulled you in under the blanket as you got to yapping about how he needs to sound professional.

scott wakes up early on his days off to make you and the twins breakfast. thank his mother that she forced him and his brother to learn how to cook after having kids.

on the days both of you work, the twins usually go with his parents since his brother and nephew were there.

cassy and junior love seeing you and scott acting like a real couple. especially cassy. junior thinks its nasty when his dad kisses you, but cassy thinks its the sweetest thing ever.

scott allows cassy to paint his nails with her princess nail polish that goes away with hot water. he also plays barbies with her sometimes.. most of those times are him making the dolls say crazy things.

he matched batman and robin costumes with junior for Halloween.

for Christmas, he and sam went to macys to take awkward sibling photos with ugly sweaters. they also did a separate one for vinnie, cassy, and junior. of course sam's annoyed and uncomfortable expressions were real and not just for the photo. scott gifted you the photos of your kids while he gave the photos of him and his brother to his mom.

"i dont care," scott mumbles into your collarbone. you two were at a party that corey, sams friend, invited you to. sam and his girlfriend went along but you hadn't seen them yet. scott had pulled you into a random bedroom 30 minutes into getting there. "the door is locked. nobodys gonna come in." he pulls your tube top down, exposing your breasts to him. "im gonna kill you if we get caught." you suck in a sharp breath once he attaches his mouth to your boob. "I'll die a happy man." he chuckles and gets back to work. you placed your hand on his curly hair, watching him.

it didnt take long for him to have you bent over the bed. "these are pretty," he admires the black underwear you wore. "too bad im gonna have them ruined by the time im done with you." he snakes a finger underneath the fabric and snaps it against your warm skin. "damn, you look so good." he mumbles, thrusting his hips so his crotch would meet your ass. his jeans werent off just yet. scott likes to tease you.. but more himself before actually doing anything.

his hands rest at your waist, guiding you to go back on him. he kept it going only a few second more before undoing his belt and jeans, then sliding his boxers down. "tell me if you need me to stop. im not goin' easy on you t'night." he whispers, pulling your underwear down your thighs and slamming himself into your wet cunt. he thrusted fast, panting and moaning. "uhnn.. I've missed this pussy so much." he whines. "give me th-..at. mhh. fuck." his eyebrows knit together, mouth agape. "you're so pathetic." you say softly, fucking yourself back on him.

"yeah. yeah, I am." he slides a hand up and down your smooth back. "so fucken pathetic for you.. would do anything for you. do anything for my beautiful girl." he lets out a high-pitched moan, hitting that spot in you. "scott.. im—" "uh-uh. keep it in.. keep it in." he pants. the sound of skin slapping against eachother becoming louder. "dont cum yet. dont." he throws his head back, continuing to roll his hips deliciously. both of you made noise, but scott was a little louder than you.

scott suddenly pulled out. "ride me?" he asks softly. his cheeks were flushed, his hair stuck to his forehead. "oh my.. fu-huuh." he whimpers, watching you bounce on his cock. "you like that, Scotty? you like when I fuck you like this?" to which he nods his head. "mhm. yeah. keep.. keep going." he says oh so nicely. his fingers graze your pink lips and travel down to your tummy. he stares at your faded strech marks, smirking a little bit. "’n if I put another baby in you? make you a mommy again?" he puts his eyes back on your face.

by now, you were only rolling your hips on him. "yeah, no thanks." you say, making him laugh. "thought so." the bed creaked, and scotts head was pushed deeper into the pillows. "im gonna cum! g-get off!" he whines, tapping your hip. "i-im gonna cum too." you take his hand in yours. scott wasnt so happy that he finished in you until you told him you were on birth control. "scared the shit outta me.." he pouts. "funny. didn't you say you were gonna make me a mom again?" you tap his cheek. "i was getting confident.."

— #timeskip #hitthat #needthat #subscottforthewin 🙏🏼

"dude, ive been looking everywhere for you!" sam yells over the loud music to scott. "we just got here!" he lies to his brother. sam rolled his eyes. "im gonna borrow him for a couple of minutes-" he yells to you and drags scott upstairs. you were left with his girlfriend. the two of you knew eachother in highschool, so it wasnt weird or awkward. she actually took you to go dance.

a whole hour later, the boys came back absolutely baked. not a surprise. "we hotboxed the fuckin room!! and get this!! some girls thong was on the bed." sam laughed his ass off. you look at scott with worry. "nah," he shakes his head at you. jeez, you really thought you had left your underwear in there. "nah what?" sam asks. "nothing." he pushed sam away and went over to you, shoving his tongue down your throat.

the kids were at your parents house, so when you and scott got back home, he asked for #round2 and you #gaveittohim #theDisfire🔥 what was the after care?? a hot shower and he doordashed chinese food.

"daddy." junior crossed his arms at Scott. "yes??" he responds. "you're a dumb blonde." junior laughs, screaming dramatically as he runs to your room. "what the fuck??" he raised an eyebrow, looking at you from the livingroom while you were in the kitchen. "he watched legally blond with me last night." you smile. "hes never watching that shit again." he rolls his eyes, clearly butthurt.

"oh, come here.' you roll your eyes. he was quick to stand up from the couch and walk over to you and give a hug and a kiss. "when did junior get so mean." he fake cries into your shoulder. "when did cassandra start wearing your clothes?" scott immediately dropped his act and laughed. "shes cool now, alright?" "scott, I dont want her wearing a shirt with a Marijuana plant on it." "okay. what about the one where jessica rabbit has her tits out?" you shoot him a look and hit the back of his neck. "you have a shirt with jessica and her tits out?!?!" "no! I was kidding!" he kisses you. then he texts his brother: do you want the jessica rabbit shirt? (lol. no. imagine getting caught u loser.) sam responds.

two years passed. your little family was happy and "normal" (enough) scott officially OFFICIALLY moved in the year before. (started sleeping on the same bed and you shared the closet.)

a cute family photo hung above the couch. junior was on your lap and cassy was on Scotts. here and there, scott will get up in the middle of the night to admire it. he was so proud that he was able to prove himself to you. (fr this time cause #damnhewasabitch) little ho actually cries sometimes staring at the photo.. as he should.

end of story. Ok? bye.

@sockiess @erosmutt @d0llfilth @anakinstwinklebunny @valloos @lovethestarrs @mx1curriee505 🔥🙏🏼

[readychilledwine]

Odd request, but how do you think the acotar men would react to brushing their females cervix during sex ( you don’t have to write it if you don’t feel comfortable doing so) 💕

This kink isn't my cup of tea, but I know a lot of you like the idea of it so, let's gooooooo

The First Time He Brushed Your Cervix Head Canons

Warning - graphic link to make sure you understand some positioning

Rhysand

Rhysand's instinct as a high lord is to breed, so the first time you jump from him hitting that sensitive area, he can't help but to try over and over again

It made him practically feral, feeling so close to your womb he could practically release directly into it

He'd have your knees practically to your chest, hands gripping your ass as he plowed into you.

It turns into his goal every time you two fuck now. Even if succeeding in that goal means you won't walk for a few days.

"You like that, don't you? Like feeling me so deep inside of you. Your cunt sure swallows me like she does."

Cassian

With Cassian, it was a given, but it still made you whine for him.

He makes you look and feel even tinier than you are, and with how hung he is, it becomes a regular thing.

He always checks when it happens to make sure you're okay, but fuck he wishes he could just fuck straight through it.

Cassian didn't know he had a breeding Kink until it happened.

He's tried having you ride so you could prevent it, but his face when you sink all the way down is worth the little bit of shock.

"That's it, baby, relax. You feel so good wrapped around me, squeezing my cock so tight. Fuck, baby. Going to cum so deep inside of you."

Azriel

Azriel did it on purpose.

He knows you like pain mixed in with your pleasure, and he's more than happy to provide.

He loves watching you squrim while he's giving you deep, hard thrusts from behind

He has a filthy mouth to match the action to, mocking you as you cry out his name but beg for it over and over again.

He's a sadistic lover, so once you two discovered that was okay as long as it was discussed prior, he was sold.

"Fuck, I'm going to ruin this pussy and you'll just let me, won't you?" As he grabs your chin and forced you to nod. "That's right, you feel me, baby? Feel me stretching you out? Good girl. Good fucking girl."

Lucien

He stopped. He immediately stopped. He couldn't tell if your gasp was a happy one or one of pain.

It was one of pain, so he pulled out and immediately laid you on your back.

He buried his head between your legs for the night after that. Bring you to completion over and over until you were begging for him to be inside of you.

He was careful this time, giving you the deep thrusts you wanted but being so gentle as he bottomed out at a different angle.

"Making me feel like a God, bunny. This tight little cunt was made for me, wasn't she?"

Eris

I have a head canon that Eris is a gentle love maker, despite how I tend to write him

Eris, much like Lucien, stopped when it happened.

He only cared about you being okay. He's read enough books to know the nerves there are beyond sensitive.

When you were fine, something ignited in him. It became one of his favorite things, but he didn't plan or seek it to happen. When it does happen, though, the way he talks you through it is enough to push you over the edge.

"My pretty little mate. This cunt is perfect. Always so tight and wet for me. Is she all mine?"

Tamlin

Tamlin's reaction is very similar to Rhysand's.

The urge for a High Lord to breed breed breed turns him into a growling mess.

Claws will dig into the sensitive flesh of your hips when it happens, but you absolutely love it

Sex with Tamlin could never get boring. Shape shifter, remember?

You've gotten to experience him shifting his cock to different sizes and forms just to kiss your cervix once you two decided you liked it.

In short, if the Cauldron had not made you Tamlin's mate, you'd pick him for his cock alone, regardless.

(Listen. Liz could write a lot of monster fucking about Tamlin.)

[ssahotchnerr]

You’re freaking talented I love all your work! Congrats on getting the job!!!

how do we feel about lil Ellie sneaking notes and cute things for Aaron when he goes away for cases since she’s gonna miss him sooooo much? Maybe something like, “I miss you daddy, come home safe!”

just imagine Hotch is looking through his go bag and sees a note from Ellie and a drawing and he’s like 🥹 he’d be so touched

And reader realizes that’s why Ellie’s spending so much time with Aaron’s bag

also can I be 🍳 anon??

thank you so much my love!!!!! of course you can! and omg you got me sobbing 😭

little notes and little surprises 🥺😭😭😭💞💓 it starts out with scribbly nonsense when ellie doesn't know how to write. it's like that beginning stage before school for her has started. you and aaron have introduced the concept to her: how to hold a pencil, she knows the alphabet by now, you're slowing teaching her how to write the letters, starting with her name. so for a while, the notes are drawings/coloring pages with her name scrawled across the top 😭 since that's all she knows how to do 😭 (ps ellie IS a leftie like aaron)

when she actually learns to write more thoroughly, is when he gets the "i miss you!!" and "come back safe!!" and "i love you!!" 😭😭😭😭 every so often too - ellie tucks one of her stuffed animals in his bag 😭 to keep him company 🥺 hehe aaron zips open up his bag to find her favorite stuffed bunny (the one grandpa dave gave her when she was born) he's a bit shocked because that's one of her main comfort items. she doesn't go anywhere without it, won't sleep without it, and yet she packed it away for him 🥺 and it 100% stays on his bed, he'll sleep with it 😭 (omg and on the jet ride home - he takes a pic of the bunny sitting on the jet to send to you, so you can show her 😭💓🥰🫶🏻)

but the first time aaron found one of ellie's surprises 😭 he nearly cried (let's be real he cried. a few tears slipped down his cheeks🥲) hehe his heart just felt like it could burst and he got sooo emotional over it 😭 it was during a difficult case too, one where he just wishes at home with the three of you. but now!! he has a piece of home with him 🥹 it reenergizes him and it helps him power through the rest of the case <333

but, at first he thinks this was something you came up with. hehe he comments on it when he gets home, thanking you and saying how it was really sweet🥹, and you're just ? 'what are you talking about? i didn't tell her to do anything.' so the realization hits, that ellie did this. ALL by herself 😭😭😭😭😭😭 aaron's melting all over again, and he's finding her immediately again to give her the biggest tightest hug ever 😭💞💞💕💓